3. Right Eye

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Loui Crow - Streaming Everywhere

I discovered the static gaze into my right eye on accident.
I watch myself.
The critic gets bored.
(Right eye.)

[VERSE 1]
A spider woman lives in my right eye.
Her eyes are closed but she sees it all.
I hold her gaze, time falls away.
She weaves scattered memories into a web I can finally see.
I've been scared to look before. But now it's my door.
The past rearranges.
I hear her whisper crawling up my cheek, "You've been here before."
She knows all the angles I stood just out of frame.
She stayed in the quiet, my tears were her rain.
I can turn out the light, but I know what she sees.

[PRE-CHORUS]
There's two of me in the glass today.
One glares back, and one wants to play.
I trust the one who stayed.

[CHORUS]
(Right eye. Right eye.)
Some days I forget I've got eyes at all.
I move like a ghost with my back to the wall.
She knows what I hide when I say I'm okay.
She knows every secret I drown in the drain.
(Right eye. Right eye.)
What if the mirror remembers it all?
(The mirror remembers it all.)

[VERSE 2]
I asked the spider, "Why do I always freeze?"
She said, "You're still trying to release."
I said, "How do I make this stop?"
She breathed,
and my whole world dropped.
I look away. She watches back.
I leave the mirror. She stays the same.
She sees my mouth rehearsing pain,
before I even know I'm doing it again.
She saw what happened and refuses to flatter it.
She tells me, "Every start begins inside the place you've never been."

[PRE-CHORUS]
There's two of me in the glass today.
One glares back, and one wants to play.
I trust the one who stayed.

[CHORUS]
(Right eye. Right eye.)
Some days I forget I've got eyes at all.
I move like a ghost with my back to the wall.
She knows what I hide when I say I'm okay.
She knows every secret I drown in the drain.
(Right eye. Right eye.)
What if the mirror remembers it all?
(The mirror remembers it all.)

[BRIDGE]
Her web is a maze. I run in place.
All those years avoiding this half of my face.
I think she watches me sleep.
I think she knows what I keep.
The truth sits shallow — sewn in the seams.

[CHORUS]
(Right eye. Right eye.)
Some days I forget I've got eyes at all.
I move like a ghost with my back to the wall.
She knows what I hide when I say I'm okay.
She knows every secret I drown in the drain.
(Right eye. Right eye.)
What if the mirror remembers it all?
(The mirror remembers it all.)

[OUTRO]
I show up for me in my right eye.
She weaves the old shame into something new.
My smile turns real with her watching my face.
I trust the one who stayed.
(Right eye. Right eye. Right eye.)

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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