Chords for The Windmills Of Your Mind ~ All Angels
Tempo:
106.05 bpm
Chords used:
B
Em
F#
C
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [Em]
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel, never ending or beginning on an ever [Em] spinning reel.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain or a carnival, [Am]
like a [D] carousel that's turning, running rings [G] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [C] hands are sweeping past the [F#] minutes of its face, and the world [B] is like an apple, whirling [G] silently in space.
Like the circles [F#] that you find in [B] the windmills of [Em] your mind, like a tunnel that you foam, to a tunnel of [B] its own, down a hollow tube.
Where the sun has [Em] never shone, like a door that keeps [E] revolving in a half forgotten [Am] dream.
Or the ribbons [D] from a pebble someone tosses in [G] a stream.
Like a clock whose hands [C] are sweeping past the minutes [F#] of its face, and the world is like [B] an apple, whirling silently [A#] in space.
Like the circles that [F#] you find [B] in the windmills of [Em] your mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in [Am] your head.
Why did summer [D] go so quickly?
Was it something that [G] you said?
On the shore and the land, [C] sing a song, is this a long distant [F#] dream?
Just the fingers on the [Bm] clock, pictures [E] happening.
And the sharpness of the [Am] sun, half remembered [D] names and faces, the sooner they [G] belong.
When you knew that it [C] was over, you were suddenly [F#] old.
Like the autumn leaves [B] return to the color of her [Em] hair, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning, on an ever [A#] spinning wheel.
As the images [Em] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills of your [Em] mind.
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel, never ending or beginning on an ever [Em] spinning reel.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain or a carnival, [Am]
like a [D] carousel that's turning, running rings [G] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [C] hands are sweeping past the [F#] minutes of its face, and the world [B] is like an apple, whirling [G] silently in space.
Like the circles [F#] that you find in [B] the windmills of [Em] your mind, like a tunnel that you foam, to a tunnel of [B] its own, down a hollow tube.
Where the sun has [Em] never shone, like a door that keeps [E] revolving in a half forgotten [Am] dream.
Or the ribbons [D] from a pebble someone tosses in [G] a stream.
Like a clock whose hands [C] are sweeping past the minutes [F#] of its face, and the world is like [B] an apple, whirling silently [A#] in space.
Like the circles that [F#] you find [B] in the windmills of [Em] your mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in [Am] your head.
Why did summer [D] go so quickly?
Was it something that [G] you said?
On the shore and the land, [C] sing a song, is this a long distant [F#] dream?
Just the fingers on the [Bm] clock, pictures [E] happening.
And the sharpness of the [Am] sun, half remembered [D] names and faces, the sooner they [G] belong.
When you knew that it [C] was over, you were suddenly [F#] old.
Like the autumn leaves [B] return to the color of her [Em] hair, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning, on an ever [A#] spinning wheel.
As the images [Em] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills of your [Em] mind.
Key:
B
Em
F#
C
G
B
Em
F#
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_ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel, never ending or beginning on an ever [Em] spinning reel.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain or a carnival, [Am] _
like a [D] carousel that's turning, running rings [G] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [C] hands are sweeping past the [F#] minutes of its face, and the world [B] is like an apple, whirling [G] silently in space.
Like the circles [F#] that you find in [B] the windmills of [Em] your mind, like a tunnel that you foam, to a tunnel of [B] its own, down a hollow tube.
_ Where the sun has [Em] never shone, like a door that keeps [E] revolving in a half forgotten [Am] dream.
Or the ribbons [D] from a pebble someone tosses in [G] a stream.
Like a clock whose hands [C] are sweeping past the minutes [F#] of its face, and the world is like [B] an apple, whirling silently [A#] in space.
Like the circles that [F#] you find [B] in the windmills of [Em] your mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in [Am] your head.
Why did summer [D] go so quickly?
Was it something that [G] you said?
_ _ On the shore and the land, [C] sing a song, is this a long distant [F#] dream?
Just the fingers on the [Bm] clock, pictures [E] happening. _
And the sharpness of the [Am] sun, half remembered [D] names and faces, the sooner they [G] belong.
When you knew that it [C] was over, you were suddenly [F#] old.
Like the autumn leaves [B] return to the color of her [Em] hair, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning, on an ever [A#] spinning wheel.
As the images [Em] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills of your [Em] mind.
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_ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel, never ending or beginning on an ever [Em] spinning reel.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain or a carnival, [Am] _
like a [D] carousel that's turning, running rings [G] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [C] hands are sweeping past the [F#] minutes of its face, and the world [B] is like an apple, whirling [G] silently in space.
Like the circles [F#] that you find in [B] the windmills of [Em] your mind, like a tunnel that you foam, to a tunnel of [B] its own, down a hollow tube.
_ Where the sun has [Em] never shone, like a door that keeps [E] revolving in a half forgotten [Am] dream.
Or the ribbons [D] from a pebble someone tosses in [G] a stream.
Like a clock whose hands [C] are sweeping past the minutes [F#] of its face, and the world is like [B] an apple, whirling silently [A#] in space.
Like the circles that [F#] you find [B] in the windmills of [Em] your mind, keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in [Am] your head.
Why did summer [D] go so quickly?
Was it something that [G] you said?
_ _ On the shore and the land, [C] sing a song, is this a long distant [F#] dream?
Just the fingers on the [Bm] clock, pictures [E] happening. _
And the sharpness of the [Am] sun, half remembered [D] names and faces, the sooner they [G] belong.
When you knew that it [C] was over, you were suddenly [F#] old.
Like the autumn leaves [B] return to the color of her [Em] hair, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [B] within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning, on an ever [A#] spinning wheel.
As the images [Em] unwind, like the circles [B] that you find in the windmills of your [Em] mind.
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