The Thomas Crown Affair(1968) - The Windmills Of Your Mind Chords
Tempo:
113.45 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
Eb
Bb
Abm
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ebm] [Eb]
Ride like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning
on a never spinning [Ebm] reel, like a snowball [Eb] down a mountain or a carnival below, [Abm] like
a carousel that's [Db] turning, running rings around the moon, [Gb] like a clock that's hands [B] are sweeping
past the minutes of its [F] space, and the world is [Bb] like an avenue whirling silently in [A] space,
like the circles that you [Bb] find in the windmills of your [Eb] mind, like a tunnel that you follow
[Ebm] to a tunnel of [Bb] its own, down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never [Ebm] shone, like
a door [Eb] that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream, [Abm] or the ripples from a pedal [Db] someone
tosses in a [Gb] stream, like a clock whose hands [B] are sweeping past the minutes of its [F] space,
and the world is [Bb] like an avenue whirling silently in [A] space, like the circles that you find in
the windmills of your [Ebm] mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Abm] in your
head, why did summer go so [Db] quickly, was it something that [Gb] you said, lovers walk along
the shore and leave their footprints in the [B] sand, there's a sound of distant [F] drumming
just the fingers of your [Bbm] hand, pictures hanging in a [Eb] hallway, and a fragment of a song, [Abm] not
remembered names [Db] and faces, but to whom did they belong, [Gb] when you knew that [B] it was over
you were certainly [F] aware, that the autumn [Bb] leaves were turning to the colour of our [Ebm] hair,
a circle in a spiral, a wheel within a [Abm] wheel, never ending, beginning on an [Bb] ever spinning
[Am] wheel, as the images [Ebm] unwind, like the circles [Bb] that you find in the windmills of [Ebm] your mind.
[Eb] [Ebm]
[Eb]
Ride like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning
on a never spinning [Ebm] reel, like a snowball [Eb] down a mountain or a carnival below, [Abm] like
a carousel that's [Db] turning, running rings around the moon, [Gb] like a clock that's hands [B] are sweeping
past the minutes of its [F] space, and the world is [Bb] like an avenue whirling silently in [A] space,
like the circles that you [Bb] find in the windmills of your [Eb] mind, like a tunnel that you follow
[Ebm] to a tunnel of [Bb] its own, down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never [Ebm] shone, like
a door [Eb] that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream, [Abm] or the ripples from a pedal [Db] someone
tosses in a [Gb] stream, like a clock whose hands [B] are sweeping past the minutes of its [F] space,
and the world is [Bb] like an avenue whirling silently in [A] space, like the circles that you find in
the windmills of your [Ebm] mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Abm] in your
head, why did summer go so [Db] quickly, was it something that [Gb] you said, lovers walk along
the shore and leave their footprints in the [B] sand, there's a sound of distant [F] drumming
just the fingers of your [Bbm] hand, pictures hanging in a [Eb] hallway, and a fragment of a song, [Abm] not
remembered names [Db] and faces, but to whom did they belong, [Gb] when you knew that [B] it was over
you were certainly [F] aware, that the autumn [Bb] leaves were turning to the colour of our [Ebm] hair,
a circle in a spiral, a wheel within a [Abm] wheel, never ending, beginning on an [Bb] ever spinning
[Am] wheel, as the images [Ebm] unwind, like the circles [Bb] that you find in the windmills of [Ebm] your mind.
[Eb] [Ebm]
[Eb]
Key:Β Β
Ebm
Eb
Bb
Abm
Db
Ebm
Eb
Bb
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[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
Ride like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning
on a never spinning [Ebm] reel, like a snowball [Eb] down a mountain or a carnival below, [Abm] like
a carousel that's [Db] turning, running rings around the moon, [Gb] like a clock that's hands [B] are sweeping
past the minutes of its [F] space, and the world is [Bb] like an avenue whirling silently in [A] space,
like the circles that you [Bb] find in the windmills of your [Eb] mind, like a tunnel that you follow
[Ebm] to a tunnel of [Bb] its own, down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never [Ebm] shone, like
a door [Eb] that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream, [Abm] or the ripples from a pedal [Db] someone
tosses in a [Gb] stream, like a clock whose hands [B] are sweeping past the minutes of its [F] space,
and the world is [Bb] like an avenue whirling silently in [A] space, like the circles that you find in
the windmills of your [Ebm] mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Abm] in your
head, why did summer go so [Db] quickly, was it something that [Gb] you said, lovers walk along
the shore and leave their footprints in the [B] sand, there's a sound of distant [F] drumming
just the fingers of your [Bbm] hand, pictures hanging in a [Eb] hallway, and a fragment of a song, [Abm] not
remembered names [Db] and faces, but to whom did they belong, [Gb] when you knew that [B] it was over
you were certainly [F] aware, that the autumn [Bb] leaves were turning to the colour of our [Ebm] hair,
a circle in a spiral, a wheel within a [Abm] wheel, never ending, beginning on an [Bb] ever spinning
[Am] wheel, as the images [Ebm] unwind, like the circles [Bb] that you find in the windmills of [Ebm] your mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
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[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
Ride like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning
on a never spinning [Ebm] reel, like a snowball [Eb] down a mountain or a carnival below, [Abm] like
a carousel that's [Db] turning, running rings around the moon, [Gb] like a clock that's hands [B] are sweeping
past the minutes of its [F] space, and the world is [Bb] like an avenue whirling silently in [A] space,
like the circles that you [Bb] find in the windmills of your [Eb] mind, like a tunnel that you follow
[Ebm] to a tunnel of [Bb] its own, down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never [Ebm] shone, like
a door [Eb] that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream, [Abm] or the ripples from a pedal [Db] someone
tosses in a [Gb] stream, like a clock whose hands [B] are sweeping past the minutes of its [F] space,
and the world is [Bb] like an avenue whirling silently in [A] space, like the circles that you find in
the windmills of your [Ebm] mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle [Abm] in your
head, why did summer go so [Db] quickly, was it something that [Gb] you said, lovers walk along
the shore and leave their footprints in the [B] sand, there's a sound of distant [F] drumming
just the fingers of your [Bbm] hand, pictures hanging in a [Eb] hallway, and a fragment of a song, [Abm] not
remembered names [Db] and faces, but to whom did they belong, [Gb] when you knew that [B] it was over
you were certainly [F] aware, that the autumn [Bb] leaves were turning to the colour of our [Ebm] hair,
a circle in a spiral, a wheel within a [Abm] wheel, never ending, beginning on an [Bb] ever spinning
[Am] wheel, as the images [Ebm] unwind, like the circles [Bb] that you find in the windmills of [Ebm] your mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _