A WHITER SHADE OF PALE
GARY BROOKER-KEITH REID


WE SKIPPED THE LIGHT FANDANGO,

TURNED CARTWHEELS ‘CROSS THE FLOOR

I WAS FEELING KIND OF SEA-SICK

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 PLAYNG 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 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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