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Thread #12956 Message #104563
Posted By: katlaughing
12-Aug-99 - 11:17 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Windmills of Your Mind
Subject: Lyr Add: WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND (Bergman/Legrand)
I was at a very impressionable age when the original came out and totally head over heels for Steve McQueen, so that does make me prejudiced against a remake:-)
This is weird. Maybe Joe is messing with my mind.:-) I was trying to beat his response time. Went back to my email and this is what I said at 9:36am:
This is from one of my favourite movies. I don't know if I will like anyone else doing it other than Steve McQueen! Anyway, I posted the lyrics on the thread you started, also. Here is a good site in which to find these types of lyrics, it is called Lyrics World: http://www.summer.com.br/~pfilho/html/main_index/index.html
THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND Sung by Noel Harrison
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel, Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon, Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon, Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face, And the world is like an apple spinning 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 its own, Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone, Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream, Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream, Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face, And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space, Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head. Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that I said? Lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand. Was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway or the fragment of a 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 reel As the images unwind Like the circles that you find In the windmills of your mind ^^