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About the song

Let me introduce you to a true classic that has left an indelible mark on the music landscape: “A Whiter Shade of Pale” by Procol Harum. This iconic song is not just a piece of music; it’s a journey through poetic lyrics and haunting melodies that resonate with the soul.

Written by Procol Harum’s own Gary Brooker, Keith Reid, and Matthew Fisher, “A Whiter Shade of Pale” first appeared on the band’s debut album released in 1967, also titled “Procol Harum.” Upon its release, the song skyrocketed to the top of the charts, reaching the number one spot in the UK and becoming an international sensation.

The song’s enigmatic lyrics, inspired by a combination of literature and personal experiences, coupled with its mesmerizing organ-driven melody, captivated audiences worldwide. Its ethereal quality and introspective themes struck a chord with listeners, making it a timeless favorite that continues to be celebrated to this day.

“A Whiter Shade of Pale” is not just a song; it’s a piece of musical history that has stood the test of time. Its haunting beauty and evocative storytelling have cemented its place in the hearts of music lovers across generations.

So, if you’re in the mood for a musical journey that transcends time and genre, look no further than “A Whiter Shade of Pale” by Procol Harum. Let its timeless melody and thought-provoking lyrics transport you to a place where emotions run deep and the music speaks to the soul.

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Lyrics

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
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, I’m home on shore leave
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, you must be the mermaid
That took Neptune for a ride
But she smiled at me so sadly
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
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 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
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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