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all the things that i now know are wrong
maybe one day will all seem ok
will i abandon part of who I am
and though i never want to go that way
the temptation is always there
and to change the only sign of life
and when i look inside myself i find
im not comfortable within my mind
told that men are simply sperm-machines
if we're mindless can we take the blame?
im not mindless im a human being
and i feel and make mistakes the same
all the stupid things i cant make up for
maybe i do love you after all
and when i look inside myself i find
im not comfortable within my mind

the things i know are wrong but dont know why
how can i ever hope to explain?
will i ever need to justify them to myself
can i trust myself to how i feel
maybe one day i wont be enough
sometimes i think i dont feel at all
and when i look inside myself i find
im not comfortable within my mind
the only thing we ever learn is that we care
about some arbitrary cause to die
pass it on and it will never end
maybe all i need to do is pray
nothing i say doesnt sound juvenile
im not comfortable within my mind
is this music all i'll leave behind?
im not comfortable within my mind
'I'm Not Comfortable Inside My Mind' - John Callaghan


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 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
Like 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 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 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
'the windmills of your mind" dusty springfield