Procol Harum - A whiter shade of pale

Viernes con blanca palidez

Sé que es muy brusco el cambio después de lo de ayer, pero así es todo...brusco, cambiante. Los añejos como este además de regusto en el paladar, te dejan el alma encogida y añoranza en los pensamientos. No sé si es lo que me pide hoy el cuerpo, pero si es lo que hoy voy a poner.

Su blanca palidez fue un tema exitoso hasta más no poder allá en el año 1967. La banda Procol Harum, britanicos para más señas, hizo de este tema todo un himno. Su rock, aparte de este baladón, se consideró dentro del rock progresivo.

Quizá lo que más gracia me ha hecho siempre de este tema es cuando dice fandango...que cosas no?...



"We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of 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 just as well have 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"