Biography:
The Colourfield were a British band formed in 1984 in Manchester, when former The Specials and Fun Boy Three frontman, Terry Hall, joined up with ex-The Swinging Cats members Toby Lyons and Karl Shale. Despite all three of them originating from Coventry, they made their homebase in Manchester.
In January 1984 the band released their first single “The Colourfield” which just missed making the top 40. In the summer they released “Take” as their second single, which did not come close to their debut six months earlier.
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WINDMILLS of your MIND - COLOURFIELD
CAPO on 1st Fret
(Intro)
Dm A7 Dm
Round, like a circle in a spiral,
A7
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
Dm
on an ever spinning reel
D7
Like a snowball down a mountain
Gm7
or a carnival balloon
C7
Like a carousel that's turning,
Fmaj7
running rings around the moon
Bbmaj7
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Gm6
past the minutes of its face
A7
And the world is like an apple
G#dim
whirling silently in space
A7
Like the circles that you find
Dm
in the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
A7
to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Dm
where the sun has never shone
D7
Like a door that keeps revolving
Gm7
in a half-forgotten dream
C7
Or the ripples from a pebble
Fmaj7
someone tosses in a stream
Bbmaj7
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Gm6
past the minutes of its face
A7
And the world is like an apple
G#dim
whirling silently in space
A7
Like the circles that you find
Dm
in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket,
Gm7
words that jangle in your head
C7
Why did summer go so quickly?
Fmaj7
Was it something that you said?
F7
Lovers walk along the shore
Bbmaj7
and leave their footprints in the sand
E7
Is the sound of distant drumming
Am
just the fingers of your hand?
D7
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Gm
and the fragment of a song
C7
Half-remembered names and faces,
Fmaj7
but to whom do they belong?
Bbmaj7
When you knew that it was over,
Gm6
you were suddenly aware
A7
That the autumn leaves were turning
Dm
to the colour of her hair
A circle in a spiral,
A7
a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
G#dim
on an ever spinning reel
Dm
As the images unwind,
A7
like the circles that you find
Dm
in the windmills of your mind
CAPO on 1st Fret
(Intro)
Dm A7 Dm
Round, like a circle in a spiral,
A7
like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
Dm
on an ever spinning reel
D7
Like a snowball down a mountain
Gm7
or a carnival balloon
C7
Like a carousel that's turning,
Fmaj7
running rings around the moon
Bbmaj7
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Gm6
past the minutes of its face
A7
And the world is like an apple
G#dim
whirling silently in space
A7
Like the circles that you find
Dm
in the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
A7
to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Dm
where the sun has never shone
D7
Like a door that keeps revolving
Gm7
in a half-forgotten dream
C7
Or the ripples from a pebble
Fmaj7
someone tosses in a stream
Bbmaj7
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Gm6
past the minutes of its face
A7
And the world is like an apple
G#dim
whirling silently in space
A7
Like the circles that you find
Dm
in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket,
Gm7
words that jangle in your head
C7
Why did summer go so quickly?
Fmaj7
Was it something that you said?
F7
Lovers walk along the shore
Bbmaj7
and leave their footprints in the sand
E7
Is the sound of distant drumming
Am
just the fingers of your hand?
D7
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Gm
and the fragment of a song
C7
Half-remembered names and faces,
Fmaj7
but to whom do they belong?
Bbmaj7
When you knew that it was over,
Gm6
you were suddenly aware
A7
That the autumn leaves were turning
Dm
to the colour of her hair
A circle in a spiral,
A7
a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
G#dim
on an ever spinning reel
Dm
As the images unwind,
A7
like the circles that you find
Dm
in the windmills of your mind
The Communards
The Como Mamas
The Company
The Computers
The Confession