Chords for Dusty in Memphis - The Windmills of Your Mind(audio only)
Tempo:
78.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Cm
Ab
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [D] a wheel,
never ending or [G] beginning, on an ever [Cm] spinning reel.
Like a snowball [C] down a mountain, or a carnival [Fm] of the moon,
like a carousel [Bb] that's turning, running rings around [Eb] the moon.
Like a clock whose hands are [Ab] sweeping past the minutes of [D] its space,
and the world is [G] like an apple, whirling silently [Gbm] in space.
Like the circles [G] you find in the windmills [A] of your mind.
[Cm]
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of [D] its own,
down a hollow [G] to a cavern, where the sun has [Cm] never shone.
Like a door that keeps [C] revolving, in a [Fm] half forgotten dream.
Or the ripples [Bb] from a pebble someone [Eb] tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes of its [D] space,
and the world is like [G] an apple, whirling [Gbm] silently in space.
Like the circles that [G] you find in the windmills [Cm] of your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in [C] your [Fm] head.
Why did summer [Ab] go so quickly, was it [Bb] something that you [Eb] said?
Lovers walk along the shore, and leave their footprints.
[Ab]
Is the sound of distant [D] drumming, just [D] the fingers?
[Gm] Pictures hanging in [C] a hallway, and the fragment [Fm] of a song.
Half remembered [Bb] names and faces, but to whom do [Eb]
they belong?
When you knew that it [Ab] was over, you were suddenly [Dm] aware,
that the autumn leaves [G] were turning to the color [Cm] of his hair.
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [D] within a wheel,
never ending [G] or beginning, on an ever spinning [Gbm] reel,
as the [Gm] images unwind.
Like the [G] circles that you find in the windmills of [Cm] your mind.
never ending or [G] beginning, on an ever [Cm] spinning reel.
Like a snowball [C] down a mountain, or a carnival [Fm] of the moon,
like a carousel [Bb] that's turning, running rings around [Eb] the moon.
Like a clock whose hands are [Ab] sweeping past the minutes of [D] its space,
and the world is [G] like an apple, whirling silently [Gbm] in space.
Like the circles [G] you find in the windmills [A] of your mind.
[Cm]
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of [D] its own,
down a hollow [G] to a cavern, where the sun has [Cm] never shone.
Like a door that keeps [C] revolving, in a [Fm] half forgotten dream.
Or the ripples [Bb] from a pebble someone [Eb] tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes of its [D] space,
and the world is like [G] an apple, whirling [Gbm] silently in space.
Like the circles that [G] you find in the windmills [Cm] of your mind.
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in [C] your [Fm] head.
Why did summer [Ab] go so quickly, was it [Bb] something that you [Eb] said?
Lovers walk along the shore, and leave their footprints.
[Ab]
Is the sound of distant [D] drumming, just [D] the fingers?
[Gm] Pictures hanging in [C] a hallway, and the fragment [Fm] of a song.
Half remembered [Bb] names and faces, but to whom do [Eb]
they belong?
When you knew that it [Ab] was over, you were suddenly [Dm] aware,
that the autumn leaves [G] were turning to the color [Cm] of his hair.
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [D] within a wheel,
never ending [G] or beginning, on an ever spinning [Gbm] reel,
as the [Gm] images unwind.
Like the [G] circles that you find in the windmills of [Cm] your mind.
Key:
G
D
Cm
Ab
C
G
D
Cm
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within [D] a wheel,
never ending or [G] beginning, on an ever [Cm] spinning reel.
Like a snowball [C] down a mountain, or a carnival [Fm] of the moon,
like a carousel [Bb] that's turning, running rings around [Eb] the moon.
Like a clock whose hands are [Ab] sweeping past the minutes of [D] its space,
and the world is [G] like an apple, whirling silently [Gbm] in space.
Like the circles [G] you find _ in the windmills [A] of your mind.
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of [D] its own,
down a hollow [G] to a cavern, where the sun has [Cm] never shone.
_ Like a door that keeps [C] revolving, in a [Fm] half forgotten dream.
_ Or the ripples [Bb] from a pebble someone [Eb] tosses in a stream.
_ Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes of its [D] _ space,
and the world is like [G] an apple, whirling [Gbm] silently in space.
Like the circles that [G] you find in the windmills [Cm] of your _ mind. _ _
_ Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in [C] your [Fm] head.
Why did summer [Ab] go so quickly, was it [Bb] something that you [Eb] said?
_ Lovers walk along the shore, and leave their footprints.
[Ab] _ _ _
Is the sound of distant [D] drumming, just [D] the fingers? _
[Gm] _ _ _ Pictures hanging in [C] a hallway, and the fragment [Fm] of a song.
_ Half remembered [Bb] names and faces, but to whom do [Eb] _ _
they belong?
When you knew that it [Ab] was over, you were suddenly [Dm] aware,
_ that the autumn leaves [G] were turning to the color [Cm] of his hair.
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [D] within a wheel,
never ending [G] or beginning, on an ever spinning [Gbm] reel,
as the [Gm] images unwind.
Like the [G] circles that you find in the windmills of [Cm] your mind. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
never ending or [G] beginning, on an ever [Cm] spinning reel.
Like a snowball [C] down a mountain, or a carnival [Fm] of the moon,
like a carousel [Bb] that's turning, running rings around [Eb] the moon.
Like a clock whose hands are [Ab] sweeping past the minutes of [D] its space,
and the world is [G] like an apple, whirling silently [Gbm] in space.
Like the circles [G] you find _ in the windmills [A] of your mind.
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of [D] its own,
down a hollow [G] to a cavern, where the sun has [Cm] never shone.
_ Like a door that keeps [C] revolving, in a [Fm] half forgotten dream.
_ Or the ripples [Bb] from a pebble someone [Eb] tosses in a stream.
_ Like a clock whose [Ab] hands are sweeping past the minutes of its [D] _ space,
and the world is like [G] an apple, whirling [Gbm] silently in space.
Like the circles that [G] you find in the windmills [Cm] of your _ mind. _ _
_ Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in [C] your [Fm] head.
Why did summer [Ab] go so quickly, was it [Bb] something that you [Eb] said?
_ Lovers walk along the shore, and leave their footprints.
[Ab] _ _ _
Is the sound of distant [D] drumming, just [D] the fingers? _
[Gm] _ _ _ Pictures hanging in [C] a hallway, and the fragment [Fm] of a song.
_ Half remembered [Bb] names and faces, but to whom do [Eb] _ _
they belong?
When you knew that it [Ab] was over, you were suddenly [Dm] aware,
_ that the autumn leaves [G] were turning to the color [Cm] of his hair.
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel [D] within a wheel,
never ending [G] or beginning, on an ever spinning [Gbm] reel,
as the [Gm] images unwind.
Like the [G] circles that you find in the windmills of [Cm] your mind. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _