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A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum (1967) & Life of Agony

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kinda sea-sick
But the crowed called out for more
The room was pounding harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought the tray

And so it was the 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'll wander through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of 16 vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed

posted by Gordon van den Heever @ 6:55 pm