CRANKY GREMLIN: Moving Up The Emotional Scale — Lyrics
CRANKY GREMLIN – Lyrics
Title: CRANKY GREMLIN
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — CRANKY GREMLIN
This is the soundtrack for when your nervous system’s on red alert before the sun’s even up. A song for swamp moods, blender minds, and barely-functioning bodies that still show up. CRANKY GREMLIN is part spell, part spiral, part sacred sigh. It doesn’t bypass the chaos. It walks through it in Crocs.
This song names the flinch, the resistance, the despair that smells like expired soup. But it also names the miracle of trying again. One inch. One breath. One choice at a time. Even a cranky gremlin can become sacred weather.
It was born from the original Loui Crow blog that first named the gremlin. You can read it here: Cranky Little Gremlin. It all started with a breakdown—and Abraham Hicks’ emotional scale.
🔽 SCROLL DOWN for the full lyrics. Then come back up for the ritual and reflection.
🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Dysregulation Really Is
It’s the blender brain. The shutdown ache. The swamp-thick fog when you can’t function but must. It’s overstimulation coded as failure. It’s survival-mode shame.
But here’s the truth: you’re still here. That’s the win. And if you can breathe, you can move.
🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
"I’m not fixed. I’m here. That’s enough."
🕯️ Ritual: Swamp to Spark Breathe in. Let your belly bloat.
Breathe out like you’re fogging a mirror.
Say: “I don’t have to love it yet.”
🖤 CROW TRUTH
Even despair that wakes up ugly can shift the weather with one breath. You don’t need a breakthrough— You need a crack. That’s where the light gets in.
🖋 LYRICS — CRANKY GREMLIN
INTRO
start the day like a cursed transmission
mind’s a blender no permission
gram is first then coffee later
mood set to swamp witch with a calculator
woke up gremlin eyes half dead
snapped at a leaf and blamed the bed
anger level spicy despair felt like punching
open air expired soup in the human shell
brain were fine body be hell
still breathing still here
that’s the wind that’s the cheer
I don’t have to love it yet
VERSE 1
I just have to feel it clean
slightly better slightly seen
that’s the spell that’s the lean uh
you can’t get there from there babe
you climb like a crow from a fire escape
not from grief to bliss in the leap
you go from pissed to less deep
anger despair that’s alchemy
frustration’s a miracle to me
boredom—that’s my Halo crown
after years at the bottom I’ll take that sound
HOOK
one wrong one breath one inch
one crack in the panic clench
don’t fix it don’t fake it
just wiggle up just shake it
oh oh oh oh slightly better
oh oh oh oh slightly better
oh oh oh oh not a cure just lighter weather
BRIDGE 1
segment and 10 like your vibe is a god
set the tone before the day gets odd
target run emotional shield
work call crown the field no more drunk
BRIDGE 2
Crackoon timelines I’m the one who draws the signs
I choose the vibe I write the fate
I bless the segment I set the gate
where am I really no lies no mask
what’s one step up from this task
what’s the next five minutes
fill up sandwich with peace
breath on a bike
one wrong one breath one inch one
crack in the panic clench
don’t fix it don’t fake it
VERSE 2
just wiggle up just shake it
slightly better
slightly better
the cure just light the weather
I’m not broken I’m becoming growing
molten spirit humming
from despair to barely bored
that’s a miracle score to store
write it down now wiggle through
cranky crumbling turns brand new
not perfect not divine
just a little more me this time
set your vibes
better and the universe
it listens forever ever ever ever ever ever
ever ever ever
💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
This post speaks to people caught in the low end of the emotional scale—despair, anger, boredom, shutdown. It names the shame of not being okay and the pressure to pretend you are. It validates the messy middle and offers tools for micro-movement out of collapse. The soul win is this: You don’t have to fix it. You just have to wiggle slightly better.
