Grief, joy, anger, humor, dreaming —
all of it belongs here.
I write to survive my own insides. I share in case you're surviving yours too.
Pick the song that looks back at you. If you don't know where to start, this is a soft landing.
Below are a few singles I've released between albums. (My full albums — FVNERAL of False Selves, Crow Family, BYRDS, INTERLVDE and GORGEOUS (trigger warning)— live in the menu above.)
🪞 Mirror, Mirror off the Wall
Most streamed.
A song for the days I need to be held. For the mornings I can't say a kind word to myself.
This is the mirror work Louise Hay taught me, set to a melody I could carry in my ears. I look into my right eye. I stay. The room lights up. The little one inside stops bracing.
You don't have to believe it yet. You can just show up. The mirror will wait.
→ Listen to Mirror, Mirror off the Wall
🔥 I Can't Make You Happy
A song about guilt as an outdated signal, the death of "nice," and what rises when I stop performing calm to keep the room fair.
I wrote this from the inside of guilt — the kind I carry even after I've already left the fire. This song is what happens when my nervous system is still apologizing for the version of me that kept everyone else afloat.
It’s for release. I’m still shaking some days. Still feeling that guilt snake up my throat when I choose myself. But this time, I’m staying.
→ Listen to I Can't Make You Happy
Thanks for landing here.
May your feet find their next step without rushing.
A little crow's on the wire, keeping watch over you. 🐦⬛
BiPPiTY BOPPiTY BOO — Lyrics
I wrote this one because my brain loves to sprint laps around nonsense, so I figured I’d give it nonsense with a purpose. This song is basically my emotional support spell. I made it for the mornings where my mirror looks at me like, “Girl… breathe.” It’s me learning to soften the ask, loosen the shoulders, and act like reality is already rerouting. The absurdity helps — magick sneaks in easier when I’m laughing at myself. I’m learning that magick doesn’t always need candles or Hebrew — it just needs me to stop poking the spell and let it boom
Good VVitch — Lyrics
I wrote this as a diary-spell while learning how to rest, shift, and stay soft when everything tilts. I’m not a master—just a witch-in-training trying to bless my mess, laugh mid-cast, eat like Eden, and listen when Crow nudges me toward gentler magic. These lyrics are my practice, my mirror, my tiny spells toward becoming someone steadier.
May your mess meet mercy.
May your mirror answer you kindly.
May your practice be enough for today.
Baby God Armor — Lyrics
Built from the oldest protection ritual in the book and remixed through chaos magick, it’s what happens when prayer gets a beat drop. Cleanses your field, reboots your will, and leaves you humming like a freshly saged modem.. Side effects may include clarity, laughter, and spontaneous boundary upgrades. A devotional you can dance to—equal parts spell, sweat, and serotonin.
The Cross + The Pentagram – Lyrics
This blog opens the ritual body of The Cross + Pentagram, a somatic alt-rap track that reclaims two sacred symbols from fear and misuse. It teaches the body how to mark itself holy using breath, chant, and touch—turning trauma into shield, and memory into flame. This is a nervous system anthem disguised as a rap song. It’s a map back to your altar—yourself.
Spider In My Eye – Lyrics
Spider in My Eye is a trance-borne song by Loui Crow, written after a right-eye ritual where she saw a spider woman living behind her gaze. Silent and knowing, the spider holds memories the body forgot. This song is for the watcher inside—the part that never blinked, even when you did. The mirror remembers it all.
Neophyte – Lyrics
Neophyte is a trance-state initiation song by Loui Crow, born from a right-eye mirror ritual. In deep stillness, my skin began rendering like code, blinking stopped, and the veil dropped. With the chant “Somblen Wetcha,” this track seals a rite of will, flame, and becoming. A sonic mirror for those who cross alone.
CRANKY GREMLIN: Moving Up The Emotional Scale — Lyrics
This blog is the sonic ritual for anyone waking up dysregulated, overstimulated, and already overwhelmed. Based on the Abraham Hicks emotional scale and the original blog Cranky Little Gremlin, this song guides you from swamp to spark—one inch, one breath, one rhythm at a time. It doesn’t fake positivity. It honors the chaos while gently inviting movement.
Bless Their Hearts - Lyrics
Bless Their Hearts is me catching my own tongue mid-swing.
It’s what happened when I stopped venting and started asking: why am I saying this?
Every line is a reckoning with my own projections—where I turned pain into poison and called it clarity.
I wrote this one in the quiet after the insult, where the shame sits. Where the mirror doesn’t blink.
This track isn’t about forgiving them.
It’s about facing me.
It’s about learning to speak without bleeding.
To name without blame.
To let go of the story that made me feel powerful by making someone else small.
This is what it sounds like when I clean my mouth and bless their name.
WILLCRAFT MAGICK - Lyrics
This post shares the full lyrics to WILLCRAFT MAGICK—a spoken-word spell and musical code of conduct for sovereign love and self-sourced power. It dismantles manipulative magick, rewriting what it means to cast clean and live lit. Underneath the verses, we unpack what real willcraft feels like: choosing yourself without apology, healing without an audience, and refusing to use your pain to bind others. This song is a prayer for empaths who got tired of chasing, and a chant for anyone learning to let go without leaking light.