Mike Cornelison

Letters from the Lunar Outpost

Honor is but an empty bubble.
- Dryden, English Poet, Dramatist, and Critic (1631-1700)

My, my . . . oh, my my
My mama caught me with a magazine, yeah
Sweet dreams, my Brazilian queens
Cutest trio that you’ve ever seen, now

Prescription pills, psychiatrist bills
I know where my head is at
Won’t you please just give me a hand?

You say you know my soul
But do you know me in a way that’s real?
You say paradise awaits
And all I want is just to cop a feel

Prescription pills, psychiatrist bills
I know where my head is at
Won’t you please just give me a hand?

I got my monkey spanked
I got no guilt at all
You got a dirty mind
Obscene is what you call a pretty girl undressed while you try
to keep those thoughts repressed

Confession booths, unknowable truths
I know where my head is at
Won’t you please just give me a hand?

(Give me a hand . . . )

I got my monkey spanked
I got no guilt at all
You got a dirty mind
Obscene is what you call a pretty girl undressed while you try
to keep those thoughts repressed

I know where my head is at
Won’t you please just give me a hand? (x 4)

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Under the cloak of nightfall
Up on the top of the hill
You showed me to your sacred spot
I’ll never get my fill

My heart is yours to swallow
Your heart is mine to steal
I never could deny my heart
It’s just the way I feel

I’ll probably burn
I’ll probably burn
I’ll probably burn
I wanna burn inside your soft warm glow ‘cause you’re the one I
yearn to know
If I could live for one more day I’d die to know you in every way
So smother me inside your chest and know that in peace I will rest
I’ll drown inside your deep brown eyes, it’s such a lovely way to die

Our plans are made in secret
Our hearts in conspiracy
If they could read my thoughts right now
They’d hang me from a tree

My heart is yours to play with
Your heart is mine to steal
I never could deny my heart
It’s just the way I feel

I’ll probably burn . . .

I wanna burn inside your soft warm glow . . .

Burn inside your soft warm glow . . .

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My spirits are high as I drown myself
My aspirations placed upon a shelf
A friend of a friend once said of me
I’ve got a good heart but it’s saturated

And no one can save me from myself
And I do not care to even try

I have vandalized my soul
I have lost the will to care
I don’t know if there’s a hell
But I’d rather meet the souls down there

I’ve never had faith in the world’s religions
Material things I have no respect for
There’s nothing in life I look forward to
If this was a country I would be a defector

And if I – and if I – and if I wanted to try
No one could save me from myself
Goodnight now

I have vandalized my soul . . .

I have scandalized my name
I have lost the will to care . . .

I am blessed and I am cursed, I’m the best and I’m the worst
I am blessed and I am – CURSED

I’m the best and I’m the worst, I am blessed and I am cursed
I’m the best and I’m the worst, I’m a mess and I am cursed
And I’m drivin’ my own hearse, I am blessed and I am cursed
I’m the best and I’m the worst

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Listen:  Oceans

Oceans – make mountains out of molehills
Make something out of something in the way that the sparkle faded from
your eyes

Seasons – change people like the weather
The haze of winter, it can make you forget the sun was ever even there

Why can’t I shake this?
Why can’t I break this?
Why can’t I take this void and chew it up and spit it in your face?

All you brought me is heartache
But my spirit, it won’t break
I don’t need you any more
Let me show you to the door
Let me say goodbye, my friend
May we never meet again
Let me say goodbye, my friend
May we never meet again

Oceans – make mountains out of molehills . . .

Why can’t I shake this . . .

 

All music and lyrics written and performed by Mike Cornelison.

 

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The girl has got the goods, oh yes

Dreams of apricots in my head
Lyin’ softly in a velvet bed
Lookin’ through the walls around her
As her lips move slowly in a blur
She’s got beauty deeper than skin
We’ve got everything we need for sin
Am I wrong or does she dig me?
Am I one more fish inside her sea?

Cutest cutie I ever done seen
I wanna taste of nectarine
You look so good you look so fine
You get me drunker than any wine

What do you know, I’ve lost control
That girl was born to rock n’ roll (x 2)

And I say that it’s alright (x 4)

I was scarred for life at fourteen
Disillusioned by the things I’d seen
Weddings only serve to bring me down
Vows are often only spoken sound
You’ve got beauty deeper than skin
Can you help me find myself again?
Yes I know I’ve got a crush on you
We can dream of futures that come true

Cutest cutie I ever done seen . . .

What do you know, I’ve lost control . . .

And I say that it’s alright (x 3)

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Currently Listening To:

Team of Rivals
by
Doris Kearns Goodwin