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Windmills Of Your Mind Lyrics
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
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He does a nice version but I prefer the Dusty Springfield rendition probably because it was one of my favorite songs when it was released. I just love her breathy voice singing "when you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware, that the autumn leaves were turning, to the color of his hair".
@sillybunny I love the start bit up until the first 'Like the windmills of your mind'.
@sillybunny I love the start bit up until the first 'Like the windmills of your mind'.
Noel Harrison's version was used in the original film
Its about someone who can't forget a relationship thats ended and he doesn't know why it ended it just did and he keeps going over and over the ending of the relationship JUST MY TAKE on it
I just prefer the persian version.Its just perfect.It is about the pointless life...
The Persian version was sung by a famous and late Iranian artist Farhad
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffeKv9UbAdI
Round, like a circle in a spiral Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning, On an ever spinning wheel now this can be nothing else but life i 2 have always thought life is a circle
Its about someone who can't forget a relationship thats ended and he doesn't know why it ended it just did and he keeps going over and over the ending of the relationship JUST MY TAKE on it
It's about thought itself, I like to think, wait I just thinked then - I think this thought is going around in circles! That was a thought too, and then...
Anyways - thought, paranoia, inspiration, memories - that is what I think this song is about.
Persian? I know there is a French version, sung by Michel Legrand - "Les Moullins de mopn couer". I don't know which came first.
To me, this song is like an ever accelerating spiraling descent into madness, brought on by the subject going over the same thing again and again in their head, perhaps a relationship breakup, as hinted in the final verse.
The first verse to me speaks of being out of control, lost, and feeling alone, the balloon flying away, the snowball down a mountain, Earth's 'apple' silent in space.
The second verse describes to me an increasing darkness of the soul and feeling trapped. Still the loneliness of the apple silent in space.
In the third verse, the subject is starting to confuse thoughts/dreams/reality and question their own memories. The images unwind and everything is falling apart.
The subject is so obsessed that they loose track of time and begin to find it hard to distinguish between real life and reality. They have fallen, out of control, into a loop of insanity.
The mind is life and life is the mind, my friend.
The mind is life and life is the mind, my friend.
How can insanity, then, be the most beautiful song ever composed? It's not a rhetorical question. Sometimes humanism and conversation can cure the obsession, but the song is more about the universe and its mirroring of the mind than it is about the diagnosability of the mind through another, more authoritarian, normative, clinical mind. Pain breeds such a loop of thought. Healing, pleasure and joy change the loop. If a life is lacking in those things, and is wallowing in sorrow, then the loop itself might, rather than insanity, be a form of self-comforting...pacifier, anyone? But you might not be...
How can insanity, then, be the most beautiful song ever composed? It's not a rhetorical question. Sometimes humanism and conversation can cure the obsession, but the song is more about the universe and its mirroring of the mind than it is about the diagnosability of the mind through another, more authoritarian, normative, clinical mind. Pain breeds such a loop of thought. Healing, pleasure and joy change the loop. If a life is lacking in those things, and is wallowing in sorrow, then the loop itself might, rather than insanity, be a form of self-comforting...pacifier, anyone? But you might not be able to understand because perhaps your brain was not constructed thus - who is to say the style of thinking is superior. Is reality or fantasy real, and which is the preferable? A good post raises such questions. My hat, and brain, is off to you. And windmills, whatever they are, well, sometimes they form at birth.