Procol Harum - A whiter shade of pale 1967

We skipped the light fandangoTurned cartwheels cross the floorI was feeling kinda seasickBut the crowd called out for moreThe room was humming harderAs the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another drinkThe waiter brought a trayAnd so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostly,Turned a whiter shade of paleShe said, there is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to see.But I wandered through my playing cardsAnd would not let her beOne of sixteen vestal virginsWho were leaving for the coastAnd although my eyes were openThey might have just as wellve been closedShe said, Im home on shore leave,Though in truth we were at seaSo I took her by the looking glassAnd forced her to agreeSaying, you must be the mermaidWho took neptune for a ride.But she smiled at me so sadlyThat my anger straightway diedIf music be the food of loveThen laughter is its queenAnd likewise if behind is in frontThen dirt in truth is cleanMy mouth by then like cardboardSeemed to slip straight through my headSo we crash-dived straightway quicklyAnd attacked the ocean bed

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Uploaded: March 13, 2007 at 8:09 pm
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