A white shade of pale

Dizem que Procol Harum era um banda de rock progressivo, eu não me lembro de se chamar isso quando era o máximo, no tempo em que a dançavamos, quando "tudo" era tão difícil, para vencer os olhares implacáveis da segunda fila, a das mães e tias.

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 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

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