Probablemente a muchos, ni su título -"A Whiter Shade Of Pale"-, ni sus creadores e intérpretes -"Procol Harum"-, nos digan gran cosa. Pero cuando la escuchemos, reconoceremos en ella a una de las más románticas y solicitadas canciones en cualquiera de aquellos guateques de nuestra época. Cuando la oigan, espero que me den la razón... PMR 25-09-2012
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 And 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 they would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open wide 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
She said, "I'm here on a shore leave," Though we were miles at sea. I pointed out this detail And forced her to agree, Saying, "You must be the mermaid Who took King Neptune for a ride." And she smiled at me so sweetly That my anger straightway died.
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
If music be the food of love Then laughter is it's queen And likewise if behind is in front Then dirt in truth is clean My mouth by then like cardboard Seemed to slip straight through my head So we crash-dived straightway quickly And attacked the ocean bed
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
Probablemente a muchos, ni su título -"A Whiter Shade Of Pale"-, ni sus creadores e intérpretes -"Procol Harum"-, nos digan gran cosa. Pero cuando la escuchemos, reconoceremos en ella a una de las más románticas y solicitadas canciones en cualquiera de aquellos guateques de nuestra época.
ResponderEliminarCuando la oigan, espero que me den la razón...
PMR 25-09-2012
We skipped the light fandango
ResponderEliminarTurned 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
And 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 they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
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
She said, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride."
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.
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
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
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