Mike Cornelison

Letters from the Lunar Outpost

It is in great dangers that we see great courage.
- Jean Francois Regnard, French Comic Dramatist (1655-1709)

Granted with humble genius, I strove to be retarded
It took a lot to make me numb, a little more to make me dumb

I took the road less traveled, finding the path I’m lost on
I never took my own advice, I wish I could live my life twice

This world is filled with promise, I can’t remember my dreams
Can’t see the trees for all the woods, can’t ever find my own way back

In my mind are thoughts so disturbing that nothing can disturb me
On the sea of madness the captain is going down with his ship

I cut my ears off my face
To spite my bruised and broken heart

I didn’t take it too well
I made my life a living hell

My parents are all that I know
They’ve known me from the second week
My mother knew me for nine months
She could have had it easier

I never thought about it
I never knew my wounded soul
I’ve fallen so far from grace
I never want to find myself

I took the road less traveled on
Finding the path I’m lost upon
Can’t see the trees for all the woods
Can’t ever find my own way back

I never thought about it . . .

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Wakin’ up feelin’ like a kick in the head
Thinkin’ that today I’d be better off alive
I still have some hope and some friends that care
I guess I’ll get up and go brush my teeth

Born to be – a bitter old man please forgive me
Search for peace – ‘til I am tired, ‘til I’m weary
Preach to me – I’ll walk a mile inside of your shoes
Search for God – the more I search the more I’m confused

And I never started something I could finish
And I never could stop something that I started
Please forgive me

Waitin’ for something but what I don’t know
Hopin’ that someday this feeling may go
All of my problems are the ones that I create
I have no reason to curse at my fate

I still have some love and my heart’s somewhere
I guess I’ll pretend like I really do care

Look at me – my eyebrows are raised and my eyes are blurry
Search for peace – ‘til I am tired, ‘til I’m weary
Lullaby – I’ll sing myself to sleep if I try
Born to be – and I’ll be damned if you read my pages

And I never started something I could finish
And I never could stop something that I started
Please save me
Please set me free

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Whatever happened to the girl that I once knew?
What the hell has happened to you?
You’re livin’ on the streets, you got no shoes on your feet
You got nowhere to sleep and nothing to eat

It’s okay, pretty baby
It’s okay, it’s okay
The buildings are dirty and the bums smell like shit and the
chicks look like whores but I’m lovin’ it
‘Cause I’m in Hollywood –
Hollywood in the summertime

I see you with your camera – strapped around your neck
You could have anything you want
You came to the land of the stars, you walk on
Hollywood Boulevard
You look at all the names and all the lights but you just wanna drink
in topless bars

It’s okay, pretty baby . . .

( . . . interlude)

It’s okay, pretty baby . . .

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