A Whiter Shade Of Pale - 1968 <br /> <br />(Brooker / Reid) <br /> <br />We skipped the light fandango <br />Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor <br />I was feeling kinda seasick <br />But the crowd called out for more <br />The room was humming harder <br />As the ceiling flew away <br />When we called out for another drink <br />The waiter brought a tray <br /> <br />And so it was that later <br />As the miller told his tale <br />That her face, at first just ghostly, <br />Turned a whiter shade of pale <br />She said, 'there is no reason <br />And the truth is plain to see.' <br />But i wandered through my playing cards <br />And would not let her be <br />One of sixteen vestal virgins <br />Who were leaving for the coast <br />And although my eyes were open <br />They might have just as well've been closed <br />She said, 'i'm home on shore leave,' <br />Though in truth we were at sea <br />So i took her by the looking glass <br />And forced her to agree <br />Saying, 'you must be the mermaid <br />Who took neptune for a ride.' <br />But she smiled at me so sadly <br />That my anger straightway died <br /> <br />If music be the food of love <br />Then laughter is its queen <br />And ...
