Para os mais“velhotes” e saudosistas vamos hoje recordar “A Whiter Shade of Pale”, a canção que imortalizou o grupo britânico Procol Harum.
A Whiter Shade of Pale
I was feeling kind a 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 migh thave 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
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 like wise 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
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
No 1º vídeo podem ver-se os Procol Harum em 1967, no ano de lançamento desta canção. O 2º mostra o grupo trinta e seis anos mais tarde, em 2003, quando da sua actuação em Londres no final de uma “tournée” mundial.
Canção de estreia dos Procol Harum fixa-se, em 1967, no top inglês sendo rapidamente difundida para toda a Europa e tornando-se um clássico dos anos 70.
Em 2009 é considerado um dos temas mais ouvidos em todo o mundo ocidental com um número superior a 900 versões gravadas por diversos artistas.
A Whiter Shade of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind a 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 migh thave 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 like wise 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
No 1º vídeo podem ver-se os Procol Harum em 1967, no ano de lançamento desta canção. O 2º mostra o grupo trinta e seis anos mais tarde, em 2003, quando da sua actuação em Londres no final de uma “tournée” mundial.
Preciosa entrada Tetis. Ha sido muy grato escuchar tan bonita canción. Gracias por el recordatorio.
ResponderEliminarUn fuerte abrazo
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Olá, amigo!
Passei para matar a saudade... gosto muito do seu blog.
É super agradável vir aqui.
Bom fim de semana!
Beijinhos.
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Olá amiga Tétis,
ResponderEliminarRecordando..
Por vezes sou saudosista, velhote é que não me parece...
Ou serei?
Define "Velhote"!
Agora mais a sério.
Com alguma vergonha confesso não conhecer a canção nem o grupo.
Serve de atenuação, o facto de eu ainda não ter nascido quando a canção era um êxito?
Abraço muito grande do amigo e companheiro destas "lides"
Querida amiga Tétis,
ResponderEliminarPreciosa canción, linda música
Adoro
Gracias menina por compartir.
Beijos