LYRIC FOR SALE

By Julie Beck Morrow

“Mother fxxxing Constellation”

(Julie Morrow | The Peacock Pearl)

Wish I may, wish I might, burn the day, burn the night,
to be seen, be acclaimed, have the wish, hold it tight,
not outcast, not betrayed, underwhelmed, underpaid,
be the spark, be the flame, be the fuel to ignite.
Wish I may, wish I might, be the star you desire,
not a grunt, not a cramp, but the celestial spire,
calling you out to play, dismissing holy spite,
Wish I may, wish I might, burn the day, burn the night.

(Pre-Chorus)
Burned myself trying—
I wasn’t aware.
Red giant, dying,
I have to declare…

(Chorus)
Baby you are not the star—
you are the fxxxing constellation.
You purpose light, you shine it bright,
but more than that, you’re inspiration.
You are not the star, but you’re
the mother fxxxing constellation.

The space between the stars, it looks dim, it looks tight.
Connecting glimmers in darkness, and in fright,
but from a further glance, the spaces declare the truth.
The burned out traces are filters or residue.
Wish I may, wish I might, follow them to your door.
Then, I might see the light I bear for you, evermore.
Emptiness penetrates, but it’s a guarantee
the journey’s just started to bring you back home to me.

(Pre-Chorus 2)
When we’re together
the pieces agree—
no isolation;
just you holding me.

(Repeat Chorus)


(Bridge)
I walk the lines that lead to you.
You are one point; I am one, too.
Together we are one and whole—
a constellation, bright and bold

(Repeat Chorus)

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