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Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale
Lento de 1967
Álbum: Procol Harum
La canción " A Whiter Shade of Pale ", en español " Con su Blanca Palidez " del año 1967 fue compuesta por Gary Brooker, Keith Reid y Matthew Fisher e interpretada por el grupo Procol Harum. Llego al puesto Nº1 en el Reino Unido en el mes de junio del año 1967.
Según la revista Rolling Stone, esta canción esta en el puesto Nº57 de las mejores canciones de todos los tiempos.
Procol Harum, grupo británico de la ciudad de Londres, fundado en el año 1967.
Su estilo de música es rock, rock progresivo, rock psicodélico.
La banda se mantuvo en actividad hasta el año 1977. Luego en el año 1991 volvió a existir, ya con cambios en las filas.
Su único éxito mundial fue el tema " A Whiter Shade of Pale ", de su primer disco en 1967.
Letra / Lyrics
We skipped a light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of 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
That 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 just as well have been closed
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of 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
That 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 just as well have been closed
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale