About the song
Procol Harum, formed in 1967, was led by Gary Brooker’s soulful vocals and the lyrical prowess of Keith Reid, who wrote the evocative lyrics for “Homburg.” The song tells a tale of a man in a Homburg hat, navigating the complexities of life and love amidst a backdrop of lush orchestration and melancholic melodies.
Upon its release, “Homburg” achieved considerable success, reaching number six on the UK Singles Chart. Its popularity was driven by Brooker’s emotive delivery and the song’s memorable chorus, which resonated with audiences seeking introspective and emotionally resonant music during the late 1960s.
The track’s instrumentation, featuring Matthew Fisher’s Hammond organ and Robin Trower’s expressive guitar work, added depth and texture to the song’s narrative, enhancing its impact and cementing its place as one of Procol Harum’s signature tunes.
“Homburg” remains a beloved classic, cherished for its poetic lyrics and sophisticated musical arrangement. Its enduring appeal lies in its ability to evoke a sense of nostalgia and contemplation, making it a timeless piece in the realm of progressive and symphonic rock.
Over the years, “Homburg” has been covered by various artists and continues to captivate new generations of listeners with its haunting beauty and introspective themes. Its inclusion on Procol Harum’s discography highlights the band’s versatility and influence on the evolution of rock music.
In summary, “Homburg” stands as a testament to Procol Harum’s artistic vision and ability to craft music that transcends genres and generations. Its poignant lyrics and rich musical tapestry ensure its place as a cherished gem in the treasure trove of classic rock.
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Lyrics
Your multilingual business friend
Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
And the lipsticked unmade bed
The mirror on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You’d better take off your homburg
‘Cause your overcoat is too long
The town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
When its hands they both turn backwards
And on meeting will devour
Both themselves and also any fool
Who dares to tell the time
And the sun and moon will shatter
And the signposts cease to sign
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You’d better take off your homburg
‘Cause your overcoat is too long
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You’d better take off your homburg
‘Cause your overcoat is too long
Oh, your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You’d better take off your Homburg
‘Cause your overcoat is too long
Your trouser cuffs are dirty