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Add to Basket AWhiter Shade Of Pale (1967) "Whiter Shade Of Pale was a big hit and brought Hammond organs straight up to the top of the list. Guy Stevens, the producer of Mott The Hoople, was involved in the [song's] beginning. It was about his wife. His wife came home and Guy said, 'What's wrong with you darling? Your face has gone a whiter shade of pale!'" FixingA Broken Heart. performed by Indecent Obsession and Mari Hamada. There was nothing say the day you left. I just filled a suitcase full of regrets. I hailed a taxi in the rain. Looking for some place to ease the pain. Pre-Chorus: Then like an answered prayer. I turned around and found you there. senam irama tanpa alat bertumpu pada gerakan dasar. 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 *************** 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 By Dr Oliver Tearle Loughborough University Few songs of the 1960s, outside of The Beatles’ later output, has perhaps inspired more head-scratching than Procol Harum’s 1967 hit A Whiter Shade of Pale’. Even the band’s name is likely to invite puzzled looks from people who first encounter it. Who, or what, is a procol harum’? And what does describing something as a whiter shade of pale’ actually mean? Because the meaning of this song is so elusive, we thought we’d turn some literaru-critical hermeneutics onto its baffling lyrics. Here, then, is an analysis of the curious meaning of A Whiter Shade of Pale’ … as far as we can determine it. A Whiter Shade of Pale’ song meaning People have disagreed over which interpretation of the song’s lyrics is the correct’ one, but a starting-point must surely be the person who wrote the lyrics Keith Reid. In the February 2008 issue of Uncut magazine, Reid explained that he was trying to conjure a mood, and was attempting to be evocative, rather than deliberately mysterious. He added that the song was influenced by books, not drugs. Nevertheless, a mood is not enough by itself most songs have a story’, even if the story is elliptically told and half-buried beneath mood-making. The first verse of the song certainly suggests some kind of dance, with skipping the light fandango sounding like a portmanteau of tripping the light fantastic’, a well-known idiom relating to dancing derived from a poem by John Milton, and the Spanish and Portuguese dance, the fandango. The references to ordering another drink from the waiter reinforces this idea that the singer is with someone a lover? at a dancehall or club. Certainly the mood is one of someone having an ecstatic, dizzying experience how many drinks had been consumed before they called out for another one, we wonder?, perhaps because they are being swept away by the experience of dancing, but perhaps also because of the company they are with. The song has several suggestive allusions to sex. Those vestal virgins denote purity, of course, but the singer doesn’t want the subject of the song to be among their number which is given, with enigmatic specificity, as sixteen. The Vestal Virgins in ancient Rome actually numbered six, and were priestesses of Vesta, goddess of the hearth – yes, she was the one after whom the brand of matches was named. Similarly, the reference to the miller who tells his tale has puzzled many people trying to illuminate the meaning of the song, and one cannot help calling to mind the Miller from Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales who tells a story which is all about sex and farting, though that bit is perhaps less relevant to the Procol Harum song. Even those who opt for Henry Miller over Chaucer’s bawdy millowner have to impute a sexual meaning to the reference Miller’s 1934 novel Tropic of Cancer has been banned on numerous occasions for its sexually explicit content. So in short, what we have is a tantalisingly glimpsed story’ involving a man at a dance, losing himself among the music, the drinks, and the women, and a possible sexual encounter later on, potentially involving the woman losing her virginity hence those vestal virgins, but also the symbolism of that colour white, in the song’s title. A Whiter Shade of Pale’ analysis It is difficult to overestimate just how popular A Whiter Shade of Pale’ was when it was released by the new band Procol Harum in 1967. The hit belongs to a select club of songs which have sold over 10 million copies other sixties tracks to manage that feat include The Monkees’ I’m a Believer’ and, perhaps more surprisingly, Kyu Sakamoto’s Sukiyaki’. Keith Reid was responsible for the enigmatic lyrics to the record, while frontman Gary Brooker provided the music a later lawsuit ruled that Matthew Fisher had co-written the music with Brooker. The distinctive organ on the single was played by Fisher, who just a few weeks prior to recording the song had been performing with Screaming Lord Sutch, later to become leader of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party, who was then playing with his band, the Savages. However, J. S. Bach’s classic Air on a G String’ has also been noted as an influence on the song’s melody. But where did the title originate? That was supposedly provided by Reid overhearing someone at a party saying to a woman that she’d turned a whiter shade of pale’. Of course, semantically the title makes little sense it should be a paler shade of white’, not a whiter shade of pale’. We have shades of colours, and those shades include pale shades. But somehow the unusual semantics of the title helped to make it more mysterious, perhaps even more poetic, and such things certainly didn’t do any harm when the Summer of Love was at its peak the single went to number 1 in the UK on 8 June 1967. The poet and critic A. E. Housman, in his 1933 lecture The Name and Nature of Poetry’, considered one of Shakespeare’s songs Even Shakespeare, who had so much to say, would sometimes pour out his loveliest poetry in saying nothing. Take O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal’d in vain, seal’d in vain. That is nonsense; but it is ravishing poetry. We might apply such a statement to A Whiter Shade of Pale’, perhaps with the caveat that the word poetry’ should be altered to great songwriting’. If Reid intended to conjure a mood with his lyrics, the song succeeds in doing so, but the organ music is an integral part of the song’s evocative power as important as the mellotron is to The Moody Blues’ Nights in White Satin’, another 1967 song; it’s one reason why the cover versions of the song – and there have been over 1,000 of them to date – usually fail where the original succeeds. We began by commenting on the strangeness of the band’s name. They took their distinctive and memorable name from a male blue Burmese cat, which belonged to a friend named Liz Coombes. Curiously, the spelling Procol Harum’ was a result of a bad telephone line the cat’s pedigree name was actually Procul Harun, but the name was taken down over the telephone, and was misspelled. We skipped the light FandangoKami melewatkan lampu FandangoTurned cartwheels cross the floorBerbalik roda gerobak menyilang lantaiI was feeling kind of seasickAku merasa agak mabuk lautBut the crowd called out for moreTapi orang banyak memanggil lebihThe room was humming harderRuangan itu berdengung lebih kerasAs the ceiling flew awaySaat langit-langit terbang menjauhWhen we called out for another drinkSaat kami memanggil minuman lainThe waiter brought a trayPelayan membawa nampan And so it was that laterDan begitulah nantinyaAs the Miller told his taleSeperti Miller menceritakan kisahnyaThat her face, at first just ghostlyWajahnya, awalnya hanya hantuTurned a whiter shade of paleBerbalik warna putih pucat —— organ solo ———— organ solo —— She said there is no reasonDia bilang tidak ada alasanAnd the truth is plain to seeDan kebenaran itu jelas terlihatBut I wandered through my playing cardsTapi aku berjalan melalui kartu remiAnd would not let her beDan tidak akan membiarkan dia menjadiOne of sixteen vestal virginsSatu dari enam belas vestal perawanWho were leaving for the coastSiapa yang berangkat ke pantai?And although my eyes were openDan meskipun mataku terbukaThey might just as well’ve been closedMereka mungkin juga sudah ditutup And so it was that laterDan begitulah nantinyaAs the Miller told his taleSeperti Miller menceritakan kisahnyaThat her face, at first just ghostlyWajahnya, awalnya hanya hantuTurned a whiter shade of paleBerbalik warna putih pucat And so it was…. fadeDan begitulah …. pudar ——————————————————————————————————————– —————-There is an unpublished second verseAda ayat kedua yang tidak terbacathat they included in concertsbahwa mereka termasuk dalam konser She said “I’m home on shore leave”Dia berkata “Saya pulang di pantai pergi”Though in truth we were at seaPadahal sebenarnya kami di lautSo I took her by the looking glassJadi saya membawanya dengan kaca mataAnd forced her to agreeDan memaksanya untuk setujuSaying, “You must be the mermaidMengatakan, “Anda pasti putri duyungWho took Neptune for a ride”Siapa yang mengambil Neptunus untuk naik “But she smiled at me so sadlyTapi dia tersenyum padaku dengan sangat sedihThat my anger straight way diedBahwa kemarahan saya langsung mati 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 mirror 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

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