Procol Harum – A Whiter Shade of Pale – 1967

About The Song

“Procol Harum” was a British rock band formed in 1967, known for their progressive and symphonic rock style. One of their most iconic songs is “A Whiter Shade of Pale,” released in the same year, which achieved widespread acclaim and became a classic in the psychedelic rock era.

Five facts about “A Whiter Shade of Pale” by Procol Harum (1967):

1. Debut Single Success: “A Whiter Shade of Pale” was Procol Harum’s debut single, and it quickly became a massive hit, reaching the top of the charts in the UK. The song’s success helped establish the band’s reputation and remains their most famous work.
2. Baroque and Classical Influences: The song is notable for its unique blend of rock, baroque, and classical music elements. The distinctive organ riff, played by Matthew Fisher, adds a rich and haunting quality to the composition.
3. Mysterious Lyrics: The lyrics of “A Whiter Shade of Pale” are known for their enigmatic and surreal nature. Written by Keith Reid, the words evoke a dreamlike, almost mystical atmosphere, contributing to the song’s enduring intrigue.
4. Cultural Impact: The song has left a lasting impact on popular culture and has been featured in numerous films, TV shows, and commercials. Its use in various media has helped maintain its relevance across generations.
5. Cover Versions and Homages: Over the years, “A Whiter Shade of Pale” has been covered by numerous artists, and its influence can be heard in various musical genres. The song’s impact is also evident in homages and references in other works of art, showcasing its enduring significance in the music world.

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Lyrics

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross 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

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale…