12 agosto 2007

A Whiter Shade of Pale



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, '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 have just as well've been closed...

* Procol Harum

2 commenti:

BOHEME ha detto...

molto bella....complimenti. Maria.

Muñeca de trapo ha detto...

Grazie Maria.. i complimenti però vanno a chi quarant'anni fa ha scritto e musicato questo meraviglioso testo :)