Dusty Springfield (born Mary Isobel Catherine Bernadette O'Brien on 16 April 1939 – died 2 March 1999) was a British pop singer. Of the female artists of the British Invasion, Springfield made the biggest impression on the U.S. market. From 1963 to 1970, she scored 18 singles in the Billboard Hot 100. She was voted the Top British Female Artist by readers of New Musical Express in 1964, 1965, and 1968. Springfield is an inductee of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and the UK Music Hall of Fame.
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>>>DUSTY SPRINGFIELD - WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND<<< >>>>>>>>>transcribed by [email protected]<<<<<<<<<
CmFm6 Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel G7GCm Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel C7Fm Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnaval balloon Bb7Ebmaj7 Like a carousell that's turning, running rings around the moon Ebmaj7EbFm9Fm Like a clock whose hands are swee- ping past the minutes of its face G7F#dim And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space G7(addAb) Cm9CmCm7 Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind ---------------------------------------------------------------------
(Cm7) Fm6 Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own GCm7 Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone C7Fm Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream Bb7Ebmaj7 Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream Abmaj7Fm6 Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face G7F#dim And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space G7Cm7 Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind ---------------------------------------------------------------------
(Cm) Fm7 Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head Bb7Ebmaj7 Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said? Eb7Abmaj7 Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand D7Gm Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand? Gm7C7Fm Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song Bb7Ebmaj7 Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong? Abmaj7Dm When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware G7addAb Cm7 That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of his hair --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Cm7) Fm6 Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel G7F#dim Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel Cm7/GG7 As the images unwind, like the circles that you find Cm7 In the windmills of your mind _____________________________________________________________________