Thursday, February 28, 2013

A Whiter Shade of Pale

"A Whiter Shade of Pale" is a Psychedelic Rock song by the British rock band "Procol Harum", released as their debut song from their self-titled debut studio album on May 12, 1967. It was written by band's members "Gary Brooker", "Keith Reid", and former member "Matthew Fisher". The single reached No. 1 in the "UK Singles Chart" after few months of its release, and stayed there for 6 weeks. In 1998 the song was inducted into the "Grammy Hall of Fame". In 2004, it was placed No. 57 on the "Rolling Stone" list of the "500 Greatest Songs of All Time".




Here's a link to the official music video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb3iPP-tHdA


And here are the lyrics:

"A Whiter Shade of Pale"

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
And the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride."
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.



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