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Procol Harum – A Whiter Shade of Pale – 1967

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    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
    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 would not let her be
    One of sixteen vestal virgins
    Who were leaving for the coast
    And although my eyes were open
    They might have just as well’ve 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

    And so it was that later