"Em 1967, no auge do Summer of Love, uma música surgiu como um corpo estranho no rádio. Ela não soava jovem. Não soava psicodélica. Não soava moderna. E mesmo assim, virou um dos maiores sucessos daquele ano Nesta postagem, vamos vai descobrir a história de “A Whiter Shade of Pale”, o single de estreia da banda Procol Harum — uma canção que parece fora do tempo e que, décadas depois, virou centro de uma das batalhas judiciais mais importantes da história da música."
O Hit Mais Estranho de 1967
Fazer algo novo de algo que já existe é muito, mas muito difícil. No caso de Whiter Shade, ela tem um ingrediente de se encontrar em músicas de qualquer gênero: ela não se parece com nada! Tente descobrir alguma música parecida! Não é igual a nenhuma música criada antes dela e nem a nenhuma criada depois dela, porque se alguém tentar criar alguma coisa a partir dela vai ficar muito parecido com ela. Talvez por isso, ninguém se atreve a compor outra a partir dela, pois vai ficar com cara de plágio.
Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum
| 1968
We skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
The crowd called out for more
And the room was hummin' harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was 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 playin' cards
And would not let her be
One of 16 vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well've been closed
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale
We skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
The crowd called out for more
And the room was hummin' harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was 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 playin' cards
And would not let her be
One of 16 vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well've been closed
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale
A Whiter Shade of Pale /
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