viernes, 25 de julio de 2014

La Canción De La Semana "A WHITER SHADE OF PALE" Procol Harum


A Procol Harum se les puede considerar como unos "one hit wonders" ya que este "A whiter shade of pale" fue su primer y único single en colarse en el Top-10 americano (#5). En su Inglaterra natal aún tendrían otro éxito con el segundo single "Homburg" y para de contar.

Eso fue en 1967 y se pasarían los siguientes 10 años viviendo de rentas y pasando a la historia por la relativa importancia del tema; para muchos fue uno de los primeros pasos para lo que vendría luego con el rock progresivo que harían otras bandas inglesas como Pink Floyd o Jethro Tull que se convertirían en grandes leyendas en la década de los 70.

"A whiter shade of pale" se trata de una balada sin casi ningún cambio y dominada por la melodía que dibuja un órgano Hammond y su letra nos cuenta una historia de un encuentro con una chica con un tono de piel muy muy muy pálido... o es que quien la canta estaba "experimentando" en aquel loco "verano del amor"...

Feliz escucha, feliz semana.



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 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 they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
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


She said, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride."
And she smiled at me so sweetly
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


If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed


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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