Ternyata dalam kurun waktu 75 tahun terakhir, lagu yang paling banyak diputar di Inggris adalah lagu berjudul Whiter Shade of Pale punya grup lawas Procol Harum.Tentu saja hasil yang dilansir BBC ini cukup mengejutkan Procol Harum yang tak mengira bahwa lagu mereka akan sepopuler itu.. Tim dari Radio 2, BBC menemukan fakta bahwa lagu
Eurythmics We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels cross 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 But the waiter brought a tray *And so it was later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale You said there is no reason And the truth is plain to see But I wander through my playing cards And would not let it be I'm one of the sixteen virgins Who are leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well been closed *RepeatA whiter shade of pale Turned a whiter shade of pale A whiter shade of pale
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A Whiter Shade of Pale We skipped the light FandangoTurned cartwheels 'cross the floorI was feeling kind of 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 laterAs the Miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of paleShe said there is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to seeBut 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 just as well've been closedAnd so it was laterAs the Miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of paleTurned a whiter shade of paleTurned a whiter shade of paleTurned a whiter shade of pale Ainda Mais Pálida Dançamos o fandango suaveGirando pelo salãoEu estava meio tontoMas a multidão queria maisE o pessoal comentava cada vez maisEnquanto o teto rodavaQuando pedimos outra bebidaO garçom trouxe uma bandejaE foi mais tardeQuando Miller contava sua históriaQue seu rosto a princípio apenas fantasmagóricoFicou ainda mais pálidaEla disse que não há motivoE a verdade é cristalinaMas eu consultei as cartas do baralhoE não permitira que ela fosseUma das dezesseis virgens vestaisQue partiam para o litoralE embora meus olhos estivessem abertosDaria no mesmo se estivessem fechadosE isso foi antesDo Miller contar sua históriaQuando contou, o rosto dela empalideceu imediadamenteFicou ainda mais pálidaFicou ainda mais pálidaFicou ainda mais pálidaFicou ainda mais pálida
Lyricsfor Procol Harum's most famous song: A Whiter Shade Of Pale, from their album: Procol Harum, from 1967.Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the C
A Whiter Shade Of Pale 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 ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of paleShe said, 'there is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to seeBut 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 well've been closedAnd so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale Um Tom Mais Claro de Palidez Nós dançamos o suave fandangoGirando pelo salãoEu estava me sentindo meio enjoadoMas a multidão pedia maisO barulho no salão estava ficando maiorEnquanto o teto voava para longeQuando pedimos mais uma bebidaO garçom trouxe a bandejaE foi aí que mais tardeEnquanto o moleiro contava sua históriaO rosto dela, a princípio apenas fantasmagóricoTransformou se em um tom mais claro de palidezEla disse Não há razão nenhumaE a verdade é simples de verMas eu me distraía no meu jogo de cartasE não deixaria ela serUma das dezesseis virgens vestaisQue estavam partindo para o litoralE embora meus olhos estivessem abertosEles podem muito bem ter estado fechadosE foi aí que mais tardeEnquanto o moleiro contava sua históriaO rosto dela, a princípio apenas fantasmagóricoTransformou se em um tom mais claro de palidez
Whenwe 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.
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 Songwriters Gary Brooker, Keith Reid, Matthew Fisher Still There'll Be More Rambling On Man With A Mission I Keep Forgetting Broken Barricades Turn Back The Page The Final Thrust A Rum Tale The Mark Of The Claw Shine On Brightly
Ofcourse, outside of some avant garde installation, a blank canvas does not make for particularly good art, but luckily 'A Whiter Shade Of Pale' comes with a nice frame in the shape of Matthew Fisher's woozy organ (which, again, recalls Al Kooper's work on Dylan's 'Blonde On Blonde') and Gary Brooker's vocal of sorrow that gives meaning via
*************** Brooker / ReidWe 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 well've been closedShe said, 'I'm 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 A RUM TALE *************** She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me goodI've taken to drinking, and given up foodI'm buying an island, somewhere in the sunI'll hide from the natives, live only on rumI'm selling my memoirs, I'm writing it downIf no one will pay me I'll burn down the townI'll rent out an aircraft and print on the skyIf God likes my story then maybe he'll buyI'm buying a ticket for places unknownIt's only a one-way I'm not coming homeShe's swallowed my secret, and taken my nameTo follow my footsteps and knobble me lame ABOUT TO DIE [MONO VERSION] *************** About to die - the crowds applaud youAbout to die - they'll resurrect youLight a candle up in kingdom comeLight the way for the saviour's sonA candle burning bright enough to tear the city downAbout to die - the crowds reward youAbout to die - their cheers ignore youLight a candle up in kingdom comeLight the way for the chosen oneNo candle burned with fire enough to tear that city downAbout to die - the crowds applaud meAbout to die - they'll resurrect meLight a candle up in kingdom comeLight the way for the savior's sonA candle burning bright enough to tear the city down AS STRONG AS SAMSON [REMIX][VERSION] *************** Psychiatrists and Lawyers destroying mankindDrivin' 'em crazy...and stealing 'em blindBankers and Brokers ruling the worldStoring the silver and hoarding the goldAin't no use in preachers preachingWhen they don't know what they're teachingThe weakest man be strong as SamsonWhen you're being held to ransomFamine and hardship in true living colourConstant reminders...the plight of our brotherDaily starvation our diet of newsFed to the teeth with a barrage of viewsAin't no use in preachers preachingWhen they don't know what they're teachingThe weakest man be strong as SamsonWhen you're being held to ransomBlack men and white men, and Arabs and JewsCausing congestion and filling the queuesFighting for freedom the truth and the wordFighting the war for the end of the worldAin't no use in preachers preachingWhen they don't know what they're teachingWeakest man be strong as SamsonWhen you're being held to ransom BARNYARD STORY TAKE 4 REMIX *************** Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your binYou're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sinI was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wallI was living in the desert, I was trying not to fallOnce I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wideI beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred brideNow and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pureAll in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure ALL OUR DREAMS ARE SOLD *************** / / upon your fingersBells upon your toesEv'ry day's a game of chanceEv'ry body knowsIn the king's apartmentHeavy lies the crownThere must be a thousand waysTo bring that castle downWave the mighty dollarMake us live againLead and we will followFaithful to the endWave the mighty dollarPave the streets with goldLead us by the collarAll our dreams are soldRings upon your fingerStardust in your hairJumping through that wall of fireAll for the market shareIn the king's apartmentDesperate human greedTry to find a diff'rent waySatisfy that needWave the mighty dollarMake us live againLead and we will followFaithful to the endWave the mighty dollarPave the streets with goldLead us by the collarAll our dreams are sold
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A Whiter Shade Of Pale We skipped the light fandangoTurned cartwheels 'cross the floorI was feeling kind of 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 ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of paleShe said there is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to seeBut i wandered through my playing cardsAnd i would not let her beOne of the sixteen vestal virginsWho were leaving for the coastAnd although my eyes were openThey might just as well've been closedAnd so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of pale Uma Máscara Branca e Pálida Nós dançamos o fandango suaveGiramos piruetas pelo salãoEu estava me sentido meio que enjoadoMas a multidão pediu maisA sala estava zumbindo com mais forçaEnquanto o teto se afastavaQuando nós pedimos outra bebidaO garçom trouxe uma bandejaE assim foi que mais tardeEnquanto o moleiro contava sua históriaQue o rosto dela, a principio fantasmagóricoFicou com uma tonalidade mais clara de pálidoEla disse Não existe nenhum motivoE a verdade é simples de perceberMas eu divagava através das minhas cartas do jogoE não deixaria ela serUma das dezesseis virgens vestaisQue estavam partindo para o litoralE embora meus olhos estivessem abertosEles simplesmente podiam também ter ficado fechadosE assim foi que mais tardeEnquanto o moleiro contava sua históriaQue o rosto dela, a principio fantasmagóricoFicou com uma tonalidade mais clara de pálido
KeithReid is noted as being the primary writer, lyric-wise, of “A Whiter Shade of Pale”. He conceptualized it after overhearing a party attendee say to a lady, “You’ve turned a white shade of pale”. That may explain why he also began the narrative in a party-like setting. And when he originally conceived the song it consisted of four verses.
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 ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of paleShe said, "There is no reason"And the truth is plain to seeBut 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 well've been closedAnd so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face, at first just ghostlyTurned a whiter shade of paleAnd so it was...Extra versesShe said, 'I'm 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 Writer/s Gary Brooker, Keith Reid, Matthew Fisher Publisher Onward Music Limited Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
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