Classic Procol Harum Anthem from Days of Yore. Created in my own AcoustaTronic way with Love and Respect to The Originators.
A Whiter Shade of Pale - 1967
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(We skipped) Skip the light fandango
Turning 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 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
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

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