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Saturday, 01 November 2014

The windmills of my mind

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Anthony Peters, SwissInvest Strategist

Good morning – I shall be missing all of the market jollifications today as I am being taken away for my birthday – don’t ask - so I should have a fun day, even if you don’t. Before I left the office last night, I suddenly started to hum the tune of “The Windmills of Your Mind”,  written by Frenchman Michel Legrand but with the English lyrics by Alan and Marilyn Bergman.

The fact that it was the theme song for one of the greatest caper movies of all times, “The Thomas Crown Affair” starring Steve McQueen, is not the point but as we face the Eurozone crisis, the lyrics seem to sum up so much of what is going on in politics, the markets and in our heads:

 

                          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 its 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 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

                          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

 

See what I mean?   

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