Chastity Ffolk Song One: The Windmills in Your Head

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Miss Beth and I perform filk songs together. After something she mentioned last night, this idea just popped into my head. (There isn't much else to occupy oneself with out here on the High Plains.)
Surprisingly, I can’t find any filk songs about chastity anywhere on the Web.
So I get to claim that title.
With apologies to Mozart, who composed the opening musical phrases for the Second Movement of the Sinfonia Concertante for Violin, Viola, and Orchestra. And also to Michael Legrand, the original French composer, along with English lyricists Alan and Marilyn Bergman; they adapted a filk version of the song originally in French as "Les moulins de mon cœur," or in English as "The Windmills of Your Mind" (which won Best Song at the 1968 Academy Awards—I only adapt from winners) for use as the theme to the 1968 film *The Thomas Crown Affair*.
I wonder if Mr. Crowne’s affair would have turned out differently while wearing a chastity belt . . . (I know that isn’t quite the kind of "affair" the title implies, but I couldn't help it).
My lyrics come first in italics, followed by the English-language lyrics used in the movie.
If you like, I’ll bother you with more. Cast your vote to let me know what you think.
**The Chastity of Your Mind**, Sung to the tune of
"The Windmills of Your Mind" by Anymouse on July 24, 2012
Kopyleft, all rights reversed. Please credit me.
*Limp, like a cock without a crow
Like a teen without a meal,
Never cumming nor erecting
It's a never-ending deal
Your scrotum is inflating
It's a huge hot-air ballon
Your keyholder's still teasing
Got you running round the room
Like a child whose eyes are weeping
As you bury your poor face
And your cock is in a prison
And the keys are lost in space
Like the orgasms you find
In the chastity of your mind.
It's a lifestyle that you follow
To a lifestyle of its own
Your manhood's in a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that never opens
In a never-ending dream
Or the wrinkles in your undies
When they're caught up in between
Like a child whose eyes are weeping
As you bury your poor face
And your cock is in a prison
And the keys are lost in space
Like the orgasms you find
In the chastity of your mind.
Keys that jingle in her pocket
As you give her lots of head
Be careful what you wish for
You may regret that which you said
Lovers tangled in the bed
Only one will beat the band
Was the sound of distant moaning
Caused by fingers of your hand
Long ago and far away
With a fragment of your dong
Half remembered screams and cummings
But to whom did they belong
When you knew she locked you over
Were you terrified and scared
That she'd never give you leave
To cum in there again
Like a child whose eyes are weeping
As you bury your poor face
And your cock is in a prison
And the keys are lost in space
Like the orgasms you find
In the chastity of your mind.*
--- --- original lyrics below in case you need a reminder --- ----
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnaval balloon
Like a carrousel 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
Or 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 your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this 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 color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind.

member_7c19927638 · Answer

Ooh, the voting doesn't look so promising for a sequel right now. It seems more likely I’ll be driven out with pitchforks and torches . . . Image
And I have an even tougher song ready for that sequel too . . .
James.

member_1f353e1d87 · Answer

Well, I do it in the car
when I'm drivin' down the street,
One hand on the wheel
and the other on my meat,
Can't get out the car 'cuz I'm
stickin' to the seat
Hey, Masturbator!
(To the tune of Hey, Macarena!)

member_56a3d51043 · Answer

One of my wife's favorite movies (I suspect because of Mr. Brosnan) and songs. Nice work on the lyrics. Bravo, Encore!

member_b918147055 · Answer

One of my favorite songs from one of my favorite movies (I own both versions on dvd). Good job.