Chords for VENUS - THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND (COVER)
Tempo:
72.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
Cm
Fm
C
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Round, like a circle in a spiral, [Cm] like a wheel within a wheel
Never [G] ending or beginning, on an [Fm] ever spinning [Cm] reel
Like a snowball down a [D] mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like [C] a carousel that's turning, running rings around
[Eb]
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past [G] the minutes of its face
And the world is like an airpole, whirling [Cm] silently in space
Like the circles that you'll [A] find, in the windmills of [Em] your [Cm] mind
Like a tunnel that you'll follow, to a [Fm] tunnel of its own
Down a hollow [G] to a cavern, where the sun has never [Cm] shown
Like a door that keeps [C] revolving, in a half a [Fm] g
Or the ripples from a [Bb] pebble, someone tosses in [Eb] a stream
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [Fm] of its face
And the world is [G] like an airpole, whirling [Gb] silently in space
Like the circles that [G] you'll find, in the windmills of your [Cm] mind
Key's the jingle in your pocket, [C] was the jangle in your [Fm] head
Why did summer [Bb] go so quickly, was it something that you [Eb] said?
Lovers walk along the shore, leave their footprints in [Ab] the sand
It's the sound of [D] distant drumming, fingers of [Gm] yours
Pictures hanging in a [C] hallway, and the fragment [Fm] of a song
Half [Ab] remembered names and [Bb] faces, but of whom [Eb] do they belong?
He knew, [Ab] he was suddenly [Dm] aware, that the autumn leaves [G] were turning to the color of [Cm] his hair
[C] Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [Fm] wheel
Never ending, or beginning, [G] on an ever spinning [Gb] reel
As the images [G] unwind
[Cm] [G]
[Ab] [G]
[Am]
Never [G] ending or beginning, on an [Fm] ever spinning [Cm] reel
Like a snowball down a [D] mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like [C] a carousel that's turning, running rings around
[Eb]
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past [G] the minutes of its face
And the world is like an airpole, whirling [Cm] silently in space
Like the circles that you'll [A] find, in the windmills of [Em] your [Cm] mind
Like a tunnel that you'll follow, to a [Fm] tunnel of its own
Down a hollow [G] to a cavern, where the sun has never [Cm] shown
Like a door that keeps [C] revolving, in a half a [Fm] g
Or the ripples from a [Bb] pebble, someone tosses in [Eb] a stream
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [Fm] of its face
And the world is [G] like an airpole, whirling [Gb] silently in space
Like the circles that [G] you'll find, in the windmills of your [Cm] mind
Key's the jingle in your pocket, [C] was the jangle in your [Fm] head
Why did summer [Bb] go so quickly, was it something that you [Eb] said?
Lovers walk along the shore, leave their footprints in [Ab] the sand
It's the sound of [D] distant drumming, fingers of [Gm] yours
Pictures hanging in a [C] hallway, and the fragment [Fm] of a song
Half [Ab] remembered names and [Bb] faces, but of whom [Eb] do they belong?
He knew, [Ab] he was suddenly [Dm] aware, that the autumn leaves [G] were turning to the color of [Cm] his hair
[C] Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [Fm] wheel
Never ending, or beginning, [G] on an ever spinning [Gb] reel
As the images [G] unwind
[Cm] [G]
[Ab] [G]
[Am]
Key:
G
Cm
Fm
C
Ab
G
Cm
Fm
_ _ _ Round, _ like a circle in a spiral, [Cm] like a wheel within a wheel
_ Never [G] ending or beginning, on an [Fm] ever spinning [Cm] reel
Like a snowball down a [D] mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like [C] a carousel that's turning, running rings around
[Eb] _ _
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past [G] the minutes of its face
And the world is like an airpole, whirling [Cm] silently in space
_ _ Like the circles that you'll [A] find, in the windmills of [Em] your [Cm] mind _ _ _ _ _
Like a tunnel that you'll follow, to a [Fm] tunnel of its own
Down a hollow [G] to a cavern, where the sun has never [Cm] shown
Like a door that keeps [C] revolving, in a half a [Fm] g_
Or the ripples from a [Bb] pebble, someone tosses in [Eb] a stream
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [Fm] of its face
And the world is [G] like an airpole, whirling [Gb] silently in space
Like the circles that [G] you'll find, in the windmills of your [Cm] mind _ _ _ _
Key's the jingle in your pocket, [C] was the jangle in your [Fm] head
Why did summer [Bb] go so quickly, was it something that you [Eb] said?
Lovers walk along the shore, leave their footprints in [Ab] the sand
It's the sound of [D] distant drumming, fingers of [Gm] yours
Pictures hanging in a [C] hallway, and the fragment [Fm] of a song
Half [Ab] remembered names and [Bb] faces, but of whom [Eb] do they belong?
He knew, _ [Ab] he was suddenly [Dm] aware, that the autumn leaves [G] were turning to the color of [Cm] his hair _ _ _ _ _
[C] Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [Fm] wheel
Never ending, or beginning, [G] on an ever spinning [Gb] reel
As the images [G] _ unwind
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ Never [G] ending or beginning, on an [Fm] ever spinning [Cm] reel
Like a snowball down a [D] mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like [C] a carousel that's turning, running rings around
[Eb] _ _
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past [G] the minutes of its face
And the world is like an airpole, whirling [Cm] silently in space
_ _ Like the circles that you'll [A] find, in the windmills of [Em] your [Cm] mind _ _ _ _ _
Like a tunnel that you'll follow, to a [Fm] tunnel of its own
Down a hollow [G] to a cavern, where the sun has never [Cm] shown
Like a door that keeps [C] revolving, in a half a [Fm] g_
Or the ripples from a [Bb] pebble, someone tosses in [Eb] a stream
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes [Fm] of its face
And the world is [G] like an airpole, whirling [Gb] silently in space
Like the circles that [G] you'll find, in the windmills of your [Cm] mind _ _ _ _
Key's the jingle in your pocket, [C] was the jangle in your [Fm] head
Why did summer [Bb] go so quickly, was it something that you [Eb] said?
Lovers walk along the shore, leave their footprints in [Ab] the sand
It's the sound of [D] distant drumming, fingers of [Gm] yours
Pictures hanging in a [C] hallway, and the fragment [Fm] of a song
Half [Ab] remembered names and [Bb] faces, but of whom [Eb] do they belong?
He knew, _ [Ab] he was suddenly [Dm] aware, that the autumn leaves [G] were turning to the color of [Cm] his hair _ _ _ _ _
[C] Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [Fm] wheel
Never ending, or beginning, [G] on an ever spinning [Gb] reel
As the images [G] _ unwind
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _