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  • Anonymous avatar

    Chantal

    Nogmaals een oproep van mij…

    wie o wie kan mij helpen aan de songteksten van procol harum?

    - homburg

    - whiter shade of pale

    Alvast bedankt!

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    MODERATOR

    Veel plezier ermee Chantal

    groetjes

    Kimm

    A WHITER SHADE OF PALE

    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

    She said, ’I’m home on shore leave,’

    Though in truth we were at sea

    So I took her by the looking glass

    And forced her to agree

    Saying, ’you must be the mermaid

    Who took neptune for a ride.’

    But she smiled at me so sadly

    That my anger straightway died

    If music be the food of love

    Then laughter is it’s queen

    And likewise if behind is in front

    Then dirt in truth is clean

    My mouth by then like cardboard

    Seemed to slip straight through my head

    So we crash-dived straightway quickly

    And attacked the ocean bed

    ***

    HOMBURG

    Your multilingual business friend

    Has packed her bags and fled

    Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays

    And the lipsticked unmade bed

    The mirror on reflection

    Has climbed back upon the wall

    For the floor she found descended

    And the ceiling was too tall

    Your trouser cuffs are dirty

    And your shoes are laced up wrong

    You’d better take off your homburg

    ’cos your overcoat is too long

    The town clock in the market square

    Stands waiting for the hour

    When it’s hands they both turn backwards

    And on meeting will devour

    Both themselves and also any fool

    Who dares to tell the time

    And the sun and moon will shatter

    And the signposts cease to sign