Procol Harum, Gary Brooker, Rob Keyloch, Bobby Harrison, Matthew Charles Fisher, Raymond Robert Royer - A Whiter Shade of Pale (50th Anniversary Stereo Mix)

A Whiter Shade of Pale
Procol Harum, Gary Brooker, Rob Keyloch, Bobby Harrison, Matthew Charles Fisher, Raymond Robert Royer
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We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
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
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
At the moment my eyes were open
They might just as well have 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

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



A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
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
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
At the moment my eyes were open
They might just as well have 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