El periódico del Arrabal: MELODÍAS DE CARMONA por Irene Cintado de 2º BCS

A Whiter Shade Of Pale PROCOL HARUM (1967) 16/II/2013

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

El periódico del Arrabal

martes, 24 de marzo de 2009

MELODÍAS DE CARMONA por Irene Cintado de 2º BCS

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