About the song
Procol Harum’s “A Whiter Shade of Pale” is a timeless masterpiece that transcends generations and musical genres. Released in 1967, the song quickly became an anthem of the Summer of Love, capturing the spirit of a generation seeking new horizons. Its enduring popularity is a testament to its unique blend of classical influences, soulful vocals, and evocative lyrics.
At its core, “A Whiter Shade of Pale” is a melancholic ballad that explores themes of lost love, regret, and the passage of time. The song’s haunting melody, derived from Johann Sebastian Bach’s “Pachelbel’s Canon,” creates a sense of nostalgia and longing. Gary Brooker’s soulful vocals convey a deep emotional intensity, while Keith Reid’s enigmatic lyrics invite listeners to interpret the song’s meaning on a personal level.
One of the song’s most striking features is its unconventional structure. The lyrics often seem disconnected from the melody, creating a dreamlike and surreal atmosphere. This disjointed approach adds to the song’s enigmatic quality, leaving listeners to ponder its hidden meanings.
Over the years, “A Whiter Shade of Pale” has been covered by countless artists, each offering their own unique interpretation of the classic. From the soulful rendition by King Curtis to the haunting version by Annie Lennox, the song’s enduring appeal has ensured its place in the annals of popular music.
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Lyrics
First time, we got new album out, uhm
Yeah, thank you very much
(One, two, three, four)
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 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
Would not let her be
One of 16 vestal virgins
We’re leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
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
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale