Mike Cornelison

Letters from the Lunar Outpost

Category: Songs

Blind Girl

Borne here to this world with no view behind
Aware and conscious through this unknown mind
I view His landscapes and they fill my eyes
But to His nature I am truly blind

And the preachers go fishing
Catching lost souls swimming
Promise Fate to the rivers
But will she ever deliver?

I’m just a blind girl, baby
Howlin’ with my heart and soul
Forever thankful for this
And what this is I do not know
Some folks have all the answers
In the light they’re truly blind
But the one who put this world here –
He lies beyond the realm of mind

Religious zealots have no fucking clue
They speak for God when they preach to you
All man’s religions speak the minds that dream Him
Love my creator though I’ve never seen Him

And the preachers go fishing
Catching lost souls swimming
Promise Fate to the rivers
But will she ever deliver?

I’m just a blind girl, baby
Howlin’ with my heart and soul
Forever thankful for this
And what this is I do not know
Some folks have all the answers
In the light they’re truly blind
But the one who put this world here –
He lies beyond the realm of mind

John Lennon wrote a song condemning religions
Believe there is no God but still that takes faith
I’m only grateful for the life I’ve been given
The day your time is up you’ll know the truth
Too bad you can’t come back and bring us proof

And the preachers go fishing
Catching lost souls swimming
Promise Fate to the rivers
But will she ever deliver?

I’m just a blind girl, baby
Howlin’ with my heart and soul
Forever thankful for this
And what this is I do not know
Some folks have all the answers
In the light they’re truly blind
But the one who put this world here –
He lies beyond the realm of mind

Words and Music by Mike Cornelison
Vocals by Chelsea
Guitar by Andy Rehfeldt
Drums by Jake Naugle

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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