A Whiter Shade of Pale
Procol Harum Lyrics


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We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
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
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





And so it was that later

Overall Meaning

Procol Harum's song A Whiter Shade of Pale is a popular psychedelic rock anthem released in 1967. The lyrics tell a story of a night of revelry and drinking, where the singer and his partner dance until the room spins and the ceiling flies away. They continue to drink and dance as the crowd cheers, and at some point, the singer's partner turns white and ghostly, despite claiming there's no reason for it.


The second and third verses provide more context to the story. The singer confesses to being distracted by his playing cards, even though he was with one of sixteen vestal (chaste) virgins who were leaving for the coast. Both verses end with the line "that her face, at first just ghostly / Turned a whiter shade of pale," suggesting that something supernatural or ominous was happening to the singer's partner.


Line by Line Meaning

We skipped the light fandango
We danced carefree and joyfully


Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
We twirled around and did acrobatics


I was feeling kinda seasick
I was drunk and dizzy from the excitement


The crowd called out for more
The audience demanded an encore


The room was humming harder
The sound and energy of the music intensified


As the ceiling flew away
The atmosphere felt surreal and dreamlike


When we called out for another drink
We wanted to keep the party going


The waiter brought a tray
The server brought us more drinks to continue the celebration


And so it was that later
After the party was over and time had passed


As the miller told his tale
As someone else shared their story


That her face, at first just ghostly
The woman's pale face was initially hard to see


Turned a whiter shade of pale
But then her face became even paler, almost ghostly white


She said 'there is no reason'
The woman stated that there was no explanation


And the truth is plain to see
But the reality is evident


But I wandered through my playing cards
The singer was lost in his own thoughts and distractions


Would not let her be
He couldn't stop thinking about her


One of sixteen vestal virgins
She was one of many pure and chaste women


Who were leaving for the coast
They were all going on a trip to the seaside


And although my eyes were open
Even though the singer was aware of his surroundings


They might have just as well've been closed
He was so preoccupied that he wasn't really paying attention to anything else




Lyrics © Onward Music Limited
Written by: Gary Brooker, Keith Reid, Matthew Fisher

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@smokinjz

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 paleShe said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And I would not let her be
One of the sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well´ve been closedAnd 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:

@stevecharlemagne4496

RIP Gary Brooker the voice to the one greatest songs of recording history.

@arcticcaligari2444

No matter how many times you've listened to this song, or how many years have passed since the last time you listened to it... the magic still remains in every note, in every sound...ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.

@barbaracreator9326

Now you will finally understand the TRUTH in all the poems...peace n Light. Final hours or days.

@bengalgangster

couldnt agree more!! What wonderful memories!!!! My junior high slow dance song!!! Every band played this!!!🐯🐯

@vikocascas3624

@denisemontoya

I sooooooo agree!!

@stanleydavis7904

Reminds me of being drafted, going to the nam,coming back to the world,still the best times of my life,why am i crying,

@juliannah5721

This song will always make me think of camping with my parents in the 80s & 90s. My parents have exceptional tastes in music, and were generous to pass it on to me.

Somehow, this is one of the most bittersweet songs I'll ever hear... Loved it since infancy.

@richardlonghurst5423

An amazing composition from 1967, The Summer of Love.
I remember it well.

@RickRox75

Never to be forgotten and never will be forgotten. Beautiful and timeless.

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