KevAyreski

Went to cinema with Andy yesterday.
Saw 'Everything Is Illuminated'. Good film.
And haven't seen Andy in ages so it was good to have a chat.
Before I met him, spent some money in Tower Records & Laser (which now has a basement - Did it always?)
Got 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape?' which i've been looking for on DVD for ages.

Anyway, met Andy & went to film.
Got there early so had to sit through the trailers & the obligatory 10 minute long Guinness advert.
I enjoy trailers, but Andy don't (hates to know anything about a film before seeing it!)

Anyway, 'Everything Is Illuminated' was good,
But I'm really falling in love with the trailer for 'Breakfast On Pluto'
Can't wait for it now.
Cillian Murphy is forever crawling higher & higher in my list of favourite actors,
The guy's a god damn genius, in every film he does.

So I decided to stick up the fantastic lyrics for the song accompanying the trailer.

Dusty Springfield
'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 turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of 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 of 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 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
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were 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