Three of a kind:
Ten Years After, “Circles”
[b]Life is going around in circles
Wonder will it ever end
If I die, baby, will you miss me
Or just find another friend
Does it matter what I do
Live life right or bear a grudge?
Does it matter what I do
Is there anyone to judge?
I have been to many places
I have journeyed through the mind
Though I’ve found some different faces
Another answer I can’t find
Does it matter what I do
Is there anyone to say?
Does it matter what I do
Is there any other way?
I have got what I once dreamed of
As a child, so long ago
But my life just goes in circles
'Cause one answer I don’t know
Does it matter what I do
Who will hear me if I cry?
Does it matter what I do
Does it matter if I die?[/b]
Paul Simon, “Patterns”
[b]The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child’s uneven scrawL
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow Little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are Patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it’s fitting that it should,
For in darknesss I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of Patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.[/b]
Don Mclean, “Dreidel”
[b]I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel
The spinning don’t stop when you leave the cradle
You just slow down
Round and around this world you go
Spinning through the lives of the people you know
We all slow down
How you gonna keep on turning from day to day?
How you gonna keep from turning your life away?
No days you can borrow, no time you can buy.
No trust in tomorrow. It’s a lie.
I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel.
The spinning don’t stop when you leave the cradle.
You just slow down.
Round and around this world you go
Spinning through the lives of the people you know.
We all slow down.
How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? Oh…
How you gonna keep from turning your life away?
And I feel like I’m dippin’ and divin’.
My sky shoes are spiked with lead heels.
I’m lost in this star car I’m drivin’.
But my air sole keeps pushin’ big wheels.
My world is a constant confusion.
My mind is prepared to attack.
My past - a persuasive illusion.
I’m watchin’ the future it’s black.
What do you know?
You know just what you perceive.
What can you show?
Nothing of what you believe.
And as you grow, each thread of life that you leave
Will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs
As you sell your soul and you sow your seeds
And you wound yourself and your loved one bleed
And your habits grow, and your conscience feeds
On all that you thought you should be
I never thought this could happen to me.
I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel.
The spinning don’t stop when you leave the cradle.
You just slow down.
Round and around the world you go
Spinning through the lives of the people you know.
We all slow down.
How you gonna keep on turning from day to day?
How you gonna keep from turning your life away? Oh…
I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel.
The spinning don’t stop when you leave the cradle.
You just slow down.
You just slow down.
You just slow down.[/b]