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The Windmills Of Your Mind

Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's burning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Rolling 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 its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Are the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Rolling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
but to whom doth they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

 

They Dance Alone

Why are these women here dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is they despise
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
they'd go missing too
Another woman on the torture table
what else can they do
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance
Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angistia
Danzan con sus padres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas
Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son
They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid
They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone They dance alone

 

This Cowboy Song

We rode all night across an endless desert
We had no moon to light our way
And though a billion stars were slowly turning
We lacked the consciences to pray

Our horses running like devil chasers
Those feet they hardly touched the ground
Yes, I'm familiar with the grey wolves holwing
But I'm certain I never heard this sound

Devil to pay
On judgment day
Would Jesus strike me down
If I should pray

This cowboy song
Is all I know
To bring me back into your arms
Your distant sun
Your shining light
You'll be my dark star shining tonight

I've been the lowest of the low on the planet
I've been a sinner all my days
And I was living with my hand on the trigger
I had no sense to change my ways

The priest asked if I'd embrace the resurrection
To suck the poison from my life
Just like an existential cowboy villain
His words were balanced on my knife

Devil to pay
On judgment day
Would Jesus strike me down
If I should pray

This cowboy song
Is all I know
To bring me back into your arms
Your distant sun
Your shining light
You'll be my dark star shining
Tonight

Every night
Every night
All my distances afar

This cowboy song
Is all I know
To bring me back into your arms
This cowboy song
This cowboy life
I'll be your dark star shining
Tonight

 

This War

You've got the mouth of a she wolf
Inside the mask of an innocent lamb
You say your heart is all compassion
But there's just a flat line on your cardiogram

Yet you always made a profit baby
If it was a famine or a feast

Yes, I'm the soul of indiscretion,
I was cursed with x-ray vision,
I could see right through all the lies you told,
When you smiled for the television

And you can see the coming battle
You pray the drums will never cease
And you may win this war that's coming
But would you tolerate the peace?

Investing in munitions
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets
In guns and body bags, guns and body bags

Your daddy was a businessman
And it always made good sense
You know the war can make you rich my friend
In dollars, pounds and cents

In the temple that was Mammon's
You were ordained the parish priest
Yes you may win this coming battle
But could you tolerate the peace?

Invest in deadly weapons
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets
In guns and body bags
You're invested in oppression
Investing in corruption
Invest in every tyranny
And the whole world's destruction

I imagine there's a future
When all the earthly wars are over
You may find yourself just standing there
On the white cliffs of Dover

You may ask, what does it profit a man
To gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul?
Is that your body you see on the rocks below
As the tide begins to roll?

And you invested in this prison
From which you never got released
You may have won this war we're fighting
But would you tolerate the peace?

There's a war on our democracy
A war on our dissent
There's a war inside religion
And what Jesus might have meant

There's a war on mother nature
A war upon the seas
There's a war upon the forests
On the birds and the bees

There's a war on education
A war on information
A war between the sexes
And every nation

A war on our compassion
A war on understanding
A war on love and life itself
It's war that they're demanding

Make it easy on yourself
And don't do nothing

 

This Was Never Meant To Be

This was never meant to be,
All the signs were there to see,
From the first moment that we met, I knew,
This was never meant to be.

This was always doomed to fail,
From the moment we set sail,
All our instincts told us we were wrong,
This was never meant to be.

But soon we were enraptured in love's dance,
When the dance ended I found,
I couldn't live without you.
And now, all of my dreams are sad embers
Here in the cold of December,
And now you're in the arms of someone else,
I always knew that...

This was always second best,
Our love would fall at the first test,
Common sense would tell us we were wrong,
This was never meant to be.

This was never meant to last,
We drank our cup of love to fast,
From the first moment that we met, I knew,
Now Miss, from our first kiss,
I tell you this was never meant to be

 

Three Steps to Heaven

Now there are three steps to heaven
Just listen and you will plainly see
And as I travel on and things go wrong
Just call it steps one, two and three.

The formula for heaven's very simple.
Just follow the rules and you will see
And as I travel on and things go wrong
Just call it steps one, two and three.

Step one, you find a girl to love.
Step two, She falls in love with you
Step three, you kiss and hold her tightly
Yeah! that sure seems like heaven to me

 

Thrills

Head out of the house, go for a place
The unicorn has gone without a trace
I bump into my friend
Leroy

Laugh about his girl
I feel great
Stay out late
I can't wait

My fingers snappin' back for a thrill
I know where to go, and go I will
No trouble at the door
Easy
Chase out on the floor

I feel great
Stay out late
I can't wait

I been chasin' fun out on the town
Guessin' where you've been hangin' 'round
I can't get the feel
Of her
Everything is real

Okay, it's a fadeout

 

Tomorrow Is Another Day

Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow
Washington Square Park along Fifth Avenue
New York blue angel just waiting for the phone to ring

Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow
Poor little rich girl in a woman's body
Please put me in your movie, oh Mr. Warhol

Tell me you won't go away tomorrow
Tell me you are here to stay tomorrow
Standing on a table back in the backroom
It's showtime, it's showtime
Let's go, underground movie star

Lollypops and chocalates tomorrow
Jellybeans and candy drops tomorrow
Sparrow in a tree; her wings were clipped to fall
She jumped from her window and fell to the streets below

When will you come stay with me tomorrow?
When will you come play with me tomorrow?
Go and tell Geraldine that love is all too clean
Please put your arms all around me and never let go, let go

Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow

 

Tomorrow Well See

The streets are wet
The lights have yet
To shed their darkened luster on the scene

My skirt's too short
My tights are run
These new heels are killing me

A second pack of cigarettes
It's a slow night, but there's time yet
Here comes the john from his other life
He may be driving to his wife
But he slowed down, take a look
I've learned to read them just like books
It's already half past ten
But they'll be back again

Head lights in a rainy street
I checked, made sure it's not the heat
I wink, I smile, I wave my hand
He stops, he seems to understand
A small transaction we must meet
I tell him that my heart will break
If he's not a generous man
I step into his van

They say the first's the hardest trick
But after that it's just a matter of logic
They have the money I have the time
Being pretty's my only crime
Ask what future do I see
I say it's really up to me
I don't need forgiving
I'm just making a living

Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances

Don't judge me
One more night
I'll just have to take my chances
For tomorrow we'll see

A friend of mine, he wound up dead
His dress is stained with color red
The next of kin, no fixed abode
Another victim on this road
The police just carted him away
But someone took his place next day
He's home by Thanksgiving
But not with the living

Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances

Don't judge me
One more night
I'll just have to take my cha

 

Too Kool To Kalypso

I didn't drink and I never danced
I couldn't take no club romance
But this floozy had no shame
Libedo torpedo

I was -
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango
Too wierd to watusi
Too tough to tango
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango

What she did was hard to believe
Libedo torpedo
But by morning I couldn't leave
Libedo torpedo
Picking her up was like falling down the stairs
With her on top of me I couldn't put on any airs

I was -
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango
Too wierd to watusi
Too tough to tango
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango

At my heart she took careful aim
Libedo torpedo
And you know,that floozy had no shame
Libedo torpedo

I was -
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango
Too wierd to watusi
Too tough to tango
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango
Too wierd to watusi
Too tough to tango
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango
Too wierd to watusi
Too tough to tango
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango
Too cool to calypso
Too tough to tango

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