MISC. SONGS FROM MARK’S BACK CATALOG

all songs by Mark Poole

Featherweight (from Moon’s Flight Logs)
I’m a featherweight In the world of heavyweight hearts
I seize my memories they seemed like enemies from the start
I hold out my hand, and I try to be good ‘Cause sometimes I think I could
Look to the stars, try to connect but I’m not very good at this
When I see them there bleeding,
I’m not free anymore and I’m just breathing
I’m not needy anymore, can’t you see
I hold out my hand, and I try to be good, but sometimes I think I should
Cut off my legs, and try to reflect but I’m not very good at this
Because sometimes seeing is not believing.
Standing on the interstate I’ve got rain inside my shoes
Pretending I’m an Indian, I dream until I elevate and when I do,
I’m gonna hold out my hand, and try to express but
I’m not very good at this
So I look at the stars, I’m gonna forget my past
But that seldom ever lasts
Cause when I see them there bleeding,
I’m not free anymore I’m just breathing
I’m not greedy anymore you can take from me
Gonna hold out my hand, look to the stars
But sometimes it’s way too hard to look to the past
And try to reflect, ’cause I’m not very good at this
Stories never ending the way you want them to,
And you may not have heard this one but I swear that it’s true
I feel like bustin’ out of my skin and in to new
but that’s not the way it’s gonna to be.
So I hold out my hand, look to the stars
But sometimes it’s way too hard
To look in the past, and try to reflect
‘Cause I’m not very good at this
Sometimes seeing is not believing and I’m not free anymore,
I’m just breathing and I’m not needy anymore, can’t you see?
Gonna hold out my hand, and try to be good But sometimes
I think should cut off my legs, and try to reflect, but I’m not very good at this
So I look at the stars,
I’m gonna forget my past but that seldom ever lasts,
Cause sometimes seeing is not believing.

I Wanna Know (from Moon’s Flight Logs)
There’s a house up in the hollow where lights are shining night and day
I thought I saw the shadows of men in black berets.
Now there’s a blue glow in the clearing beneath a constant foggy haze
and I’ve got circles in my gardens and my dog has run away.
These things I’ve seen I can’t explain, they’re driving me insane,
I wanna know.
And I wanna know,
I wanna know,
I wanna know,
I wanna know
I wanna know, baby, ah ah ah ah
I wanna know, baby, ah ah ah ah
Electric current flowing through my brain and out my hair
How much do my thoughts weigh when their floating in the air
And if I had an impulse should I let it slip away?
Why can’t I have a good time tomorrow or today?
These things I’ve seen I can’t explain, they’re driving me insane,
I wanna know.
And I wanna know,
I wanna know,
I wanna know,
I wanna know
I wanna know, baby, ah ah ah ah
I wanna know, baby, ah ah ah ah

Flight Logs (title track from Moon’s Flight Logs)
I woke up as a little boy
To the sound of atoms splitting
And when the hidden meanings were shown,
I thought they were kidding.
Just another face in the crowd,
Don’t know much about winning.
All I wanted was to turn my music up loud
’til my head was spinning, spinning
So I say whatever I want, can anybody hear me?
I’m gonna do whatever I want,
cause that’s what I call living
I could spend my days in haze staring up at the clouds,
’til my head is spinning, spinning
Out of the sky and into the ground
Gravity’s pulling me down
Feel like I got stuck in the lost and found
And when nobody else is around
I make my head spin around
I fly my rounds at night
I dig the lights over the city
And everywhere I go, I’ve got my flight logs with me
And when I’m lonely I just turn my music up loud,
Til my head is spinning, spinning
Ohhhhh, I’ve got my flightlogs with me