One very memorable experience of school - aside from pranks, boisterous gathering turned parties, dreadful exams and all, is of this beautiful song ...
Windmills of your Mind..
One typical morning 30 and more years ago, the cheeky schoolboy that was me, passed by my secondary school hall on the many busy errands of a student looking to escape the tedious and boring classes.
Whisper-y voices launched in a song suddenly stopped me in my 'business-like' but actually very well-timed, slow strides! That was when i heard this song and it's haunting melody for the first time.... I was quite in awe as the school choir breathe out the lyrics in an almost cathedral singing-like quality... quiet, yet loud, haunting, yet beautiful.....
if you look at the lyrics, it is so apt in describing the workings of our minds... the negative ego mind. That which goes around in circle and never ending. It also describes our subconscious... half remembered names and faces...... but all in all a beautiful melodies about the mental whirlwind within ... enjoy the contemplation - and do the opposite, to never let our mind go in circles! Have a wonderful week!
sung by All Angels - beautiful and angelic looking girl-group from UK - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_aVQmhp8yA
sung by New Dawns, a choir grp of young people - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3mTzOw-304
sung by Sting for the movie track of The Thomas Crown Affair - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kb9dcv1xDiY
and, the fabulous, rasspy and sexy, Alison Moyet! - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ACx96SSrfc&feature=related
the words goes like this ...
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carousell that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
