Pinwheel of Death

Haven Gillespie


SONGS

TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Haven Gillespie, Seymour Simons, Jack Whiting

Genres Standard

Recorded 1989

Lyrics I HAVE BEEN A ROVER
SINCE I WAS A CHILD,
NO ONE TO LOVE
OR CARE FOR ME.
KNOCKED AROUND ALL OVER,
KINDA GREW UP WILD,
MY HOME'S WHEREVER I MAY BE.
AIN'T NO SOMEONE YEARNIN',
WONDERIN' WHERE I BE.
I'M GONE,
BUT NO ONE'S MISSIN' ME.
AIN'T NO LIGHT A-BURNIN'
EV'RY NIGHT FOR ME,
I'M LIKE A BIRD
THAT'S FLYIN' FREE.

I'M JUST BREEZIN' ALONG WITH THE BREEZE
TRAILIN' THE RAILS,
ROAMIN' THE SEAS.
LIKE THE BIRDIES THAT SING IN THE TREES
PLEASIN' TO LIVE,
LIVIN' TO PLEASE.
THE SKY IS THE ONLY ROOF
I HAVE OVER MY HEAD,
AND WHEN I'M WEARY,
MOTHER NATURE MAKES ME A BED.
I'M JUST GOIN' ALONG AS I PLEASE
BREEZIN' ALONG WITH THE BREEZE.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers J. Fred Coots, Haven Gillespie

Genres Standard, Ballad, Jazz

Recorded 2006

Lyrics YOU GO TO MY HEAD
AND YOU LINGER
LIKE A HAUNTING REFRAIN,
AND I FIND YOU SPINNING
AROUND IN MY BRAIN
LIKE THE BUBBLES
IN A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE.
YOU GO TO MY HEAD
LIKE A SIP
OF SPARKLING BURGUNDY BREW.
AND I FIND
THE VERY MENTION OF YOU
LIKE THE KICKER
IN A JULEP OR TWO.

THE THRILL OF THE THOUGHT
THAT YOU MIGHT GIVE A THOUGHT
TO MY PLEA
CASTS A SPELL OVER ME.
STILL, I SAY TO MYSELF,
"GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF,
CAN'T YOU SEE
THAT IT NEVER CAN BE?"

YOU GO TO MY HEAD
WITH A SMILE
THAT MAKES
MY TEMPERATURE RISE,
LIKE A SUMMER
WITH A THOUSAND JULY'S,
YOU INTOXICATE MY SOUL
WITH YOUR EYES.

THOUGH I'M CERTAIN
THAT THIS HEART OF MINE
HASN'T A GHOST OF A CHANCE
IN THIS CRAZY ROMANCE,
YOU GO TO MY HEAD,
YOU GO TO MY HEAD.