Chords for George Perris - Windmills of your mind
Tempo:
98.95 bpm
Chords used:
F#
Em
B
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [C#] wheel, [B] never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [Em] reel.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain, or a carnival [Am] balloon.
Like a carousel that's [Am] turning, [D] running rings [G] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [C] hands are sweeping, the minutes [F#] of its face.
And the [B] world is like an apple, waiting silently in [A#] space.
Like the circle that you [B] find, in the windmills of [Em] your mind.
[Am]
[C] [D] Like a bird falling [G] from its nest, and seeing the lake on the sand.
No, it's already fading [C] away.
[C#] And I'm alone at [F#] the table, which resonates [Bm] under my fingers.
Like a [D] drum that's crying, [E] under the rain [Am] drops.
Like the songs that [C] [E] die, as soon [Bm] as you forget them.
[D] [C]
[F#] [C] [B]
[F#] [Em] Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [F#] wheel, [F#] never ending [B] or beginning, on an ever [A#m] spinning reel.
As the [A#] images [Em]
unwind.
[F#] Like the [Em] circles that [B] you find.
[N]
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [C#] wheel, [B] never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [Em] reel.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain, or a carnival [Am] balloon.
Like a carousel that's [Am] turning, [D] running rings [G] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [C] hands are sweeping, the minutes [F#] of its face.
And the [B] world is like an apple, waiting silently in [A#] space.
Like the circle that you [B] find, in the windmills of [Em] your mind.
[Am]
[C] [D] Like a bird falling [G] from its nest, and seeing the lake on the sand.
No, it's already fading [C] away.
[C#] And I'm alone at [F#] the table, which resonates [Bm] under my fingers.
Like a [D] drum that's crying, [E] under the rain [Am] drops.
Like the songs that [C] [E] die, as soon [Bm] as you forget them.
[D] [C]
[F#] [C] [B]
[F#] [Em] Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [F#] wheel, [F#] never ending [B] or beginning, on an ever [A#m] spinning reel.
As the [A#] images [Em]
unwind.
[F#] Like the [Em] circles that [B] you find.
[N]
Key:
F#
Em
B
C
Am
F#
Em
B
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [C#] wheel, [B] never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [Em] reel.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain, or a carnival [Am] balloon.
Like a carousel that's [Am] turning, [D] running rings [G] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [C] hands are sweeping, the minutes [F#] of its face.
And the [B] world is like an apple, waiting silently in [A#] space.
Like the circle that you [B] find, in the windmills of [Em] your _ mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ [D] Like a bird falling [G] from its nest, and seeing the lake on the sand.
No, it's already fading [C] away.
[C#] And I'm alone at [F#] the table, which resonates [Bm] under my fingers.
Like a [D] drum that's crying, [E] under the rain [Am] drops.
Like the songs that [C] [E] die, as soon [Bm] as you forget them.
_ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [F#] wheel, [F#] never ending [B] or beginning, on an ever [A#m] spinning reel.
As the [A#] images [Em] _
unwind.
[F#] Like the [Em] circles that [B] you find.
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [C#] wheel, [B] never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning [Em] reel.
Like a snowball [E] down a mountain, or a carnival [Am] balloon.
Like a carousel that's [Am] turning, [D] running rings [G] around the moon.
Like a clock whose [C] hands are sweeping, the minutes [F#] of its face.
And the [B] world is like an apple, waiting silently in [A#] space.
Like the circle that you [B] find, in the windmills of [Em] your _ mind. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ [D] Like a bird falling [G] from its nest, and seeing the lake on the sand.
No, it's already fading [C] away.
[C#] And I'm alone at [F#] the table, which resonates [Bm] under my fingers.
Like a [D] drum that's crying, [E] under the rain [Am] drops.
Like the songs that [C] [E] die, as soon [Bm] as you forget them.
_ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a [F#] wheel, [F#] never ending [B] or beginning, on an ever [A#m] spinning reel.
As the [A#] images [Em] _
unwind.
[F#] Like the [Em] circles that [B] you find.
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _