.I want my inner zombies back… Being blissfully numb is gnawing at my ferocity.. . .
Had been blissful before, had been numb before…just never blissfully numb Yeah, I want my inner zombies back, this utopia is too drone Want my dystopia back .
The winds have been turning the windmills of my mind again… Sleep is laden with illusionary images again… The reel, the snowball, the carnival balloon, the carousel are all here Was it something I said, was it something I should have said Will I ever get put the fragments together, will the puzzle be ever completed . .
I want this jangle to irate me, I want this temple to misguide me I want to trade this blissful numbness for a teacher …for a joker .
First I will break the wings of my angel, Then I will bury my dancing shoes How should I drown out the piper I wonder? Need to inject some toxins in my spirit, Need to combat the voice within Need to dry out the sweet rain .
I can’t tell, Can’t tell where I left my soul shaker Don’t know, I don’t know how to throw the dice on the game of snakes and ladder anymore
Wrote this at wee hour of a Thursday morning after listening to “Windmills of your Mind” over and over again. I first heard this song in music class in grade 2 or 3. The melody was stuck somewhere at the back of my ‘windmills’ for many years. I ‘found’ the song 2 years ago on one the blogs but didn’t quite get it till this morning. Finally the lyrics clicked; now that my mind is entangled in the same whirlpool
The original version of the song and in my opinion the best version
Dusty Springfield’s version is the best female version of it.
The Windmills Of Your Mind
(from “The Thomas Crown Affair”)
Music by Michel Legrand
Lyrics by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman
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