Mike Cornelison

Letters from the Lunar Outpost

Category: Songs

That Girl of Mine

I’ll be recording my seventh album this year. With the other six, I recorded almost all the parts myself, programming the drums, laying down the bass, slogging through the guitar parts and singing the melodies with a voice that was often more of a miss than a hit. While I’m proud of the songs, I never gave an honest effort at promoting the music because frankly, on production value, those recordings just were not ready for radio.

With the seventh album, I’m going to abandon my one-man band approach and focus on remote collaborations with top-notch musicians from around globe.

This song was written about a woman I used to date who was a real life version of the nursery rhyme about the little girl with the curl and we would always laugh about that. I’m looking for a singer and a drummer and wait til you hear the guitar player I have lined up.

The intro will start with a reading of the nursery rhyme:

“There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle
Of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad
She was horrid.”

That Girl of Mine

That girl of mine is at it again
So self-content it must be sin
When will she learn? Will she ever learn?
That girl of mine is at it again

Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth

That girl of mine
That girl of mine

That girl of mine is at it again
She is the girl with the brown curl
When she is good, she is very good
When she is bad she’s lovely to see

Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth

That girl of mine
That girl of mine
That girl of mine
That girl of mine

(guitar solo)

Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth
Get it out, get it out, get it out of your mouth

That girl was mine, she once was mine
That girl was mine, she once was mine
That girl was mine . . .

Black Widow Stepmom

Some people get evil
When money’s on the line they just lose their mind
I know you and I see
Those crocodile tears but they don’t fool me
I can’t claim you’ve no love
I know that there’s some love inside your heart
Your doggies, you love them
Well Hitler was a guy who loved his dogs, too

Black widow stepmom
She did a dance when my daddy died
Black widow stepmom
If she told you she loved him you know she lied
Black widow stepmom
Filled with venom and filled with hate
Black widow stepmom
Karma and you are gonna have a date

She’s ranting and raving
It’s only when she yells that she feels alive
She’s screeching and screaming
You pray there might be peace but you’re just dreaming
Each visit a nightmare
A battle where the words are like sticks and stones
You’ve entered the war zone
And driving home we’d shake with PTSD

Black widow stepmom
She did a dance when my daddy died
Black widow stepmom
If she told you she loved him you know she lied
Black widow stepmom
Filled with venom and filled with hate
Black widow stepmom
Karma and you are gonna have a date

Black widow stepmom
She did a dance when my daddy died
Black widow stepmom
If she told you she loved him you know she lied
Black widow stepmom
Filled with venom and filled with hate
Black widow stepmom
Karma and you are gonna have a date

Black, black, black widow
Black, black
Black, black, black widow
Black, black
Black, black, black widow
Black, black
Black, black, black widow
Black, black

Solo

I have a soul to share,
I know it’s around somewhere,
Always I’m feeling I’m all alone,
I’m calling Sweet Jesus, “Won’t you bring me on home?”

I have no time to spare,
Feel like I am almost there.

Transform me once again,
Lift me up from all this sin,
Hollow’s the feeling I only feel,
So empty of a feeling that it doesn’t seem real.

I have no time to waste,
Wipe this blank look off my face.

The time has come, it’s time to go,
The damage has been done, it’s time to go solo,
I’m going solo, you know that it’s true,
Nothing you say is going to change what I do,
Gotta make a clean break, gotta lighten my load,
Gotta the hell out and get on that road!

repeat chorus

One more day in the books,
One more day avoiding looks,
When did we share our last loving glance?
How long has it been since I took off your pants?

I have no urge, it’s true,
And there’s not a thing to do.

If feel the mental strain,
Every move’s against the grain,
Nothing to see, we’ll just move a long,
There’s nothing left here but the words to this song,
Two hearts with different Gods,
Two peas in our separate pods.

chorus

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