About the song
Released in 1967, Procol Harum’s iconic single, “A Whiter Shade of Pale,” has etched its name into the annals of music history. This haunting ballad, with its distinctive organ melody and enigmatic lyrics, has captured the hearts of listeners for generations.
A Blend of Baroque and Pop
What sets “A Whiter Shade of Pale” apart is its unique blend of classical and pop elements. The song’s arrangement, heavily influenced by baroque music, is characterized by its majestic organ intro and intricate string arrangements. This classical underpinning provides a rich, sophisticated backdrop for the song’s more pop-oriented melody and rhythm.
Lyrically Enigmatic
The lyrics of “A Whiter Shade of Pale” have been the subject of much interpretation and debate over the years. While the song’s narrative is somewhat ambiguous, it paints a vivid picture of a dreamlike encounter and a sense of loss. The repeated line, “A whiter shade of pale,” has been interpreted in various ways, from a reference to death to a symbol of innocence lost.
Chart Success and Cultural Impact
Upon its release, “A Whiter Shade of Pale” skyrocketed to the top of the charts in the UK and many other countries. It has since become one of the best-selling singles of all time and is widely regarded as a cornerstone of the British Invasion. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal.
A Song for the Ages
“A Whiter Shade of Pale” is more than just a popular song; it’s a cultural touchstone. Its haunting melody, enigmatic lyrics, and innovative arrangement have made it a staple of classic rock radio stations and a beloved track for music lovers of all ages. The song’s ability to evoke strong emotions and inspire countless interpretations ensures that its legacy will continue for generations to come.
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Lyrics
First time, we got new album out, uhm
Yeah, thank you very much
(One, two, three, four)
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 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
Would not let her be
One of 16 vestal virgins
We’re leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
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
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale