Monday, December 31, 2007

A whiter shade of pale

Happy new year, everyone.
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 have been closed
That is Procol Harum, of course. Here we bring you the version of Sangaji: Syaharani on vocal, Oele Pattiselano guitar, Christy Smith bass, Budi Winarto sax, Mei Sheum piano, Eddie Layman drums.

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