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The Monday Morning Memo

Click the video below to listen to Huey Lewis sing Power of Love. As you listen, scroll down to read the lyrics of Windmills of Your Mind and imagine how Huey might sing it. Then, go back and listen to Sting's version again and imagine Huey laying his whole different mojo on the song.

You can change everything but the lyrics.
What rainbow is your mojo?

By the way, this wasn't the rabbit hole.
You got here from a PS… remember?
(The rabbit hole is still at the top of the Memo, waiting for you to spelunk it.)

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Windmills of Your Mind
(Noel Harrison)

 Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel
 Never ending on 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 on its face
 And the world is like an apple spinning 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
 Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
 Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
 And the world is like an apple spinning 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 I 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 a 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 reel
 As the images unwind
 Like the circles that you find
 In the windmills of your mind

 

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“I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorious, and sacrifice. . . . We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them, on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.”

- Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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