Gordon, Mack Filmography

• You're My Everything
  1949, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Three Little Girls in Blue
  1946, role: writer
• Three Little Girls in Blue
  1946, role: producer
• Week-End in Havana
  1941, role: composer
• Small Town Deb
  1941, role: composer
• That Night in Rio
  1941, role: composer
• F-Man
  1936, role: composer
• Hark Ye Hark!
  1936, role: composer
• Collegiate
  1936, role: actor
• Hollywood on Parade No. B-9
  1934, role: actor , character name: singer
• Hollywood on Parade No. B-9
  1934, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Hollywood Rhythm
  1934, role: actor , character name: Himself
• Sitting Pretty
  1933, role: actor
• Hollywood on Parade
  1932, role: actor , character name: Himself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Voices - Mike Gordon
• Radar Blip - Mike Gordon
• Dig Further Down - Mike Gordon
• Another Door - Mike Gordon

The world is spinning so much faster
Fling me from pole to pole
A car pulls up and drags me downtown
To try to make up diamonds from some coal
Disco Balls and Revolving Doors
And then I see you though my eyes are growing round
I start to tell you I'm on the fast track and I don't need you here to slow me down
(Chorus)
Then I hear the voices in my head
Telling me to stay right here and stand
The choir of guardian angels asking me to take a deeper breath
Telling me to slow down and live before I'm gone and dead
I see you from marry-go-round now
lifts me like a flying saucer ride
down on the ground you're like a tiny ant
i see you holding blood from where I glide
(Chorus)
And then I hear the voices in my head
telling me to go back down instead
the choir of guardian angels asking me to take a deeper breath
telling me to slow down and live before i'm gone and dead
screaming tongues but they're twisting all the words reinterpreting my every little word
I'm trying to get by with all this comotion making me uneasy in my skin
I swing back now to pick you up where i left you back in that field
and we pull from home all aligned and now I know the voices are for real
and then I hear the voices in my head
Thanking me for doing what they said
the choir of guardian angels asking me to take a deeper breath

every time i travel to a new city.
i go on my run every day.
often there's a side walk where i send my running feet
woah this time i think ill run a different way
and now I'm on the these yellow lines running through the cart
now I'm jumping up on hedges high
i climb in a window let ajar
over conference table where they meet
keeping steady clip
i free my mind when i run off course
just like a zigzag radar blip
when i try to use my mind to figure where i ought to go
woah my pace can be painfully slow
but when i let my sneakers run me up and over hills
i bring myself to you in your green ora glow
i moved off that radar screen
just like a shooting star
i wont try to come back soon now that i've gone so far
my legs they climb me up so high
now i feel the power
see me on your radar screen
you'll find me perched on the Eiffel tower
climb your tiny radar blip flashing across your screen
i times
hiding there unseen
I'm your tiny radar blip flashing across your screen
I'm your tiny radar blip your my radar queen
I'm your tiny radar blip hiding and I'm seen
blip
blip
blip
blip

You told me you were made of gold, walked a mile and dug a hole,
and buried yourself in the dark and dirty ground,
With a shovel and a pirates map, I made it to Devil's Gap,
And I dug all night, but there's nothing that I found,
I'm trying to dig further down, I'm hoping to scrape across the tip of your buried crown,
I'm finding the way you live to be unsound, but I'm still trying to dig further down...further down
When I first saw your sunny style, I was thinking behind a smile, and I didn't run away from home and drink wine in some park,
And the door that ?????, you laugh with the sound of sin, and I can't see your life without trying to find the dark
I'm trying to dig further down, I'm hoping to scrape across the tip of your buried crown
I'm finding the way you live to be unsound, but I'm still trying to dig further down...further down...further down!
(Instrumental)
I'm trying to dig further down, I'm hoping to scrape across the tip of your buried crown
I'm finding the way you live to be unsound, but I'm still trying to dig further down...further down

Swing around back, close your eyes,
Slip down the chute, fantasize,
About which way to go when you come back around,
Get that you’re running but don’t touch the ground,
Till’ you get to a spot where you might want to be,
Might be above but could be beneath,
Well if you keep out the past of what’s in store,
Then you’ve come upon another door.
You’ve got a lot to beg,
Maybe just ramble on through,
It aint like the ghost a flyin’,
On past when the world is new,
Nothing else seems like it did before,
Then you’ve made it through another door.
Now a new place, you’re running again,
This time someone’s around the first bend,
So you jump up and fly and try to get away,
But the other brothers’ got the same tricks to play,
Climbing up higher you land on a tower,
And there’s one thing you find in the final hour,
That you like flying tandem a whole lot more,
And you coast through down to another door.
You’ve got a lot to beg,
Maybe just ramble on through,
It aint like the ghost a flyin’,
On past when the world is new,
Nothing else seems like it did before,
Then you’ve made it through another door.
You run down the hill to someone’s yard,
Went over a cliff, you're falling hard,
The other fella is feet right behind,
But you can’t look back and declare it a chance,
Splash in the stream when you're running on stones,
You start to think you might be running alone,
You tunnel beneath but now you're sure,
Because you told me you were standing by another door.
You’ve got a lot to beg,
Maybe just ramble on through,
It aint like the ghost a flyin’,
On past when the world is new,
Nothing else seems like it did before,