Biografía:
Mary Isobel Catherine Bernadette O'Brien, más conocida como Dusty Springfield, fue una cantante británica de pop-soul nacida en Hampstead, Londres, el 16 de abril de 1939, que falleció en la misma ciudad el 2 de marzo de 1999.
Gozó de una gran popularidad durante los años 60, representando el lado más sofisticado del Swinging London y siendo considerada un icono por el movimiento mod. A comienzos de los años 70 se convirtió en un símbolo para la cultura lesbiana tras hacer pública su bisexualidad.
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Otras canciones:
- Goin Back
- I Only Want To Be With You
- Son Of A Preacher Man
- Spooky
- Wishin And Hopin
- All Cried Out
- All I See Is You
- Anyone Who Had A Heart
- Breakfast In Bed
- Broken Blossoms
- Chained To A Memory
- Crumbs Off The Table
- Dont Forget About Me
- Give Me Time
- Guess Who
- Here She Comes
- Hollywood Movie Girls
- I Cant Make It Alone
- I Close My Eyes And Count To Ten
- I Just Dont Know What To Do With Myself
- I Just Fall In Love Again
- I Think Its Gonna Rain Today
- I Wanna Make You Happy
- I Will Always Want You
- I Will Come To You
- I Wish Id Never Loved You
- If It Hadnt Been For You
- If You Go Away
- In Private
- In The Middle Of Nowhere
- In The Winter
- It Was Easier To Hurt Him
- Ive Been Wrong Before
- Just A Little Lovin
- Just One Smile
- Learn To Say Goodbye
- Little By Little
- Live Here With You
- Live It Up
- Long After Tonight Is All Over
- Look Of Love
- Losing You
- Magic Garden
- Mama Said
- My Colouring Book
- Never Love Again
- No Stranger Am I
- Nothing Is Forever
- Once Upon A Time
- So Much Love
- Some Of Your Lovin
- Someone Who Cares
- Something Special
- Stay Awhile
- Summer Is Over
- Sweet Ride
- Thats How Heartaches Are Made
- The Look Of Love
- Twenty
- Welcome Home
- Whats It Gonna Be
- Who Can I Turn To
- Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
- Windmills Of Your Mind
- Yesterday When I Was Young
- You Dont Have To Say You Love Me
- You Dont Own Me
- Your Hurtin Kind Of Love
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
>>>DUSTY SPRINGFIELD - WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND<<<
>>>>>>>>>transcribed by [email protected]<<<<<<<<<
Cm Fm6
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
G7 G Cm
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
C7 Fm
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnaval balloon
Bb7 Ebmaj7
Like a carousell that's turning, running rings around the moon
Ebmaj7 Eb Fm9 Fm
Like a clock whose hands are swee- ping past the minutes of its face
G7 F#dim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
G7(addAb) Cm9 Cm Cm7
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
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(Cm7) Fm6
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
G Cm7
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
C7 Fm
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Bb7 Ebmaj7
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Abmaj7 Fm6
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
G7 F#dim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
G7 Cm7
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
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(Cm) Fm7
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Bb7 Ebmaj7
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Eb7 Abmaj7
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand
D7 Gm
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Gm7 C7 Fm
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Bb7 Ebmaj7
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
Abmaj7 Dm
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
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(Cm7) Fm6
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
G7 F#dim
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
Cm7/G G7
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
Cm7
In the windmills of your mind
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>>>>>>>>>transcribed by [email protected]<<<<<<<<<
Cm Fm6
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
G7 G Cm
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
C7 Fm
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnaval balloon
Bb7 Ebmaj7
Like a carousell that's turning, running rings around the moon
Ebmaj7 Eb Fm9 Fm
Like a clock whose hands are swee- ping past the minutes of its face
G7 F#dim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
G7(addAb) Cm9 Cm Cm7
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
G Cm7
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
C7 Fm
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Bb7 Ebmaj7
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Abmaj7 Fm6
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
G7 F#dim
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
G7 Cm7
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
Bb7 Ebmaj7
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
Eb7 Abmaj7
Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand
D7 Gm
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Gm7 C7 Fm
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Bb7 Ebmaj7
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
Abmaj7 Dm
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
G7 F#dim
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
Cm7/G G7
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
Cm7
In the windmills of your mind
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Dye
Dylan Gardner
Dynamite Hack
Dzem
Eagle Eye Cherry