A Whiter Shade Of Pale
Gregorian Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Gregorian's "A Whiter Shade of Pale" describe a surreal and poetic experience that seems to be taking place within the mind of the singer. The first stanza begins with the lines "We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels 'cross the floor." The phrase "skipped the light fandango" is a reference to an old dance from the 17th century, which makes the line feel like a nostalgic throwback to a different time. The second line is more fanciful, with the idea of someone turning cartwheels across the floor suggesting a sense of playfulness, freedom, and perhaps even a sense of disorientation. This is reinforced by the next lines: "I was feeling kinda seasick, but the crowd called out for more." Here we get a sense that the singer is being swept along by something larger than themselves, as if they are caught up in a whirlwind of experience that they cannot control.


The second stanza shifts focus to a particular person – "her face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale" – and suggests that what was once a joyous and perhaps even carefree experience has taken a darker turn. The singer seems to be trying to find some kind of explanation or context for what has happened, but "there is no reason, and the truth is plain to see." The final image of "one of sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast" feels almost dreamlike, and it is unclear whether the singer is describing something that actually happened or whether it is purely a product of their own imagination.


Overall, the lyrics of "A Whiter Shade of Pale" are open to multiple interpretations, and the surreal imagery and dreamlike quality to the writing create an atmosphere of mystery and intrigue. The song has become a classic of popular music, and its haunting melody and poetic lyrics continue to captivate listeners today.


Line by Line Meaning

We skipped the light fandango
We danced with such grace and energy that it felt like we were jumping up and down like the Fandango, a Spanish folk dance


Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
We were so ecstatic that we flipped upside down and somersaulted across the floor


I was feeling kinda seasick
I was starting to feel dizzy and nauseous from all the spinning and dancing


But the crowd called out for more
Even though I wasn't feeling well, the crowd was enjoying our performance and wanted us to keep going


The room was humming harder
The energy and excitement in the room was increasing, everyone was caught up in the moment


As the ceiling flew away
The feeling was so intense, it was as if the ceiling disappeared and we were dancing under the open sky


When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray
Even though we were getting carried away, the waiter was attentive and brought us what we asked for


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
As the storyteller spoke, the woman's face turned pale and her expression shifted from ghostly to pure white


She said, 'There is no reason And the truth is plain to see.'
The woman tried to explain that there was no logical explanation for her sudden change in demeanor and appearance


But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be
The artist was preoccupied with his own thoughts and did not pay much attention to the woman's distress


One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast
The woman was one of sixteen young, chaste women who were departing for the shoreline


And although my eyes were open They might have just as well've been closed
The artist was physically present and watching what was happening, but his mind was elsewhere and he wasn't really paying attention




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@anzor1514

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



All comments from YouTube:

@anzor1514

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

@ralphpinkston5033

Mlbay G

@Wolverines77

As is par for the course, another amazing rendering of a masterpiece. It is too tough of a call to make it my favorite version as the live symphonic version performed live in Denmark (2006) is SO chillingly powerful.

@italoeliasvernizi9906

MASTERPIECE!!

@bozenademolka2083

cudowny utwór

@henrystgermain1011

Love it !!!

@marctmello

The most beautiful song from 20th century..

@GabrielJM

So true! An absolute classic from a period that was so abundant with classics....

@rutefaria8183

Lindissima, parabéns.💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

@exgames226

Amei, lindíssima.

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