 PROCOL
HARUM - PROCOL HARUM
(1967)
Matthew Fisher - Órgano
Dave Knights - Bajo
Gary Brooker - Piano, voces
Keith Reid - Palabras
BJ Wilson - Batería
Robin Trower - Guitarra
A Whiter Shade of Pale
We skipped the light fandango and turned cartwheels across 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 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 just as well have 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
Conquistador
Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company
and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity
I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its
sheen
and in your death mask face there are no signs which can be
seen
And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze
to unwind
Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield
and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed
and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered
still
the sea has washed across your face and taken of its fill
And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze
to unwind
Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect
and though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret
and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all
and though you came with sword held high you did not
conquer, only die
And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze
to unwind
She Wandered Through The Garden Fence
She wandered through the garden fence and said, 'I've brought
at great expense
a potion guaranteed to bring relief from all your
suffering.'
And though I said, 'You don't exist,' she grasped me firmly
by the wrist
and threw me down upon my back and strapped me to her
torture rack
And, without further argument I found my mind was also bent
upon a course so devious it only made my torment worse
She said, 'I see you cannot speak is it your voice that is
too weak?
Is it your tongue that is to blame? Maybe you cannot speak
for shame.
Or has your brain been idle too, and now it will not think
for you?'
I hastened to make my reply but found that I could only lie
And like a fool I believed myself and thought I was somebody
else
But she could see what I was then and left me on my own
again
Something Following Me
While standing at the junction on 42nd Street
I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet
I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down
The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground
Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home
but there's no doubt about it, it's my own tombstone
I went into a shop, and bought a loaf of bread
I sank my teeth into it, thought I'd bust my head
I dashed to the dentist, said, 'I've got an awful pain!'
The man looks in my mouth and screams, 'This boy is insane!'
Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home
but there's a lump in my mouth of my own tombstone
I went to see a movie, got the only empty seat
I tried to stretch out in it, something blocking my feet
Finally the lights came up, and I could clearly see
a slab of engraved marble, just staring up at me
Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home
but there's no doubt I'm sitting on my own tombstone
Mabel
Don't eat green meat it ain't good for you
you know it killed your brother, killed your sister too
even fresh fried chicken on new-mown sand
can't beat red beans eaten outa your hand
Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not
able
Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table
Don't slice no onions, don't peel no grape
dream about banana slice nor sniff around short cake
and if on a winter's day you find your sundial's wrong
you'll know the weather is what's brought it on
Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not
able
Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table
Put the peas in the pot, put the pot on the hot
In the cellar lies my wife, in my wife there's a knife
so tote that hammer, lift that pick
and banish inhibition with a pogo stick
Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not
able
Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table
Cerdes (Outside The Gates Of)
Outside the gates of
Cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn
who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone
flugelhorn
whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing
whales
and Neptune dances
hornpipes while Salome sheds her veils
Phallus Phil tries
peddling his
pewter painted pot
but Sousa Sam can only hear the screams of
Peep the Sot
who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups
and exhales menthol scented breath whilst
spewing verbiage
up
Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former
dreams
And Greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they
seem
And even Christian Scientists can but display marble plaques
Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts
Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts
A Christmas Camel
My amazon six-triggered bride now searching for a place to
hide
still sees the truth quite easily but shrouds all else in
mystery
while madmen in top hats and tails impale themselves on
six-inch nails
and some Arabian also-ran impersonates a watering can
Some Santa Claus-like face of note entreats my ears to set
afloat
my feeble sick and weary brain and I am overcome with shame
and hide inside my overcoat and hurriedly begin to quote
while some Arabian sheikh most grand impersonates a hot-dog
stand
The Red Cross ambulance outside can only mean that I must
hide
'til dusk and finally the night when I will make a hasty
flight
across the sea and far away to where the weary exiles stay
and some Arabian oil-well impersonates a padded cell
Kaleidoscope
Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle in a swirling rainbow tussle
Caught and frozen, broken sheen now unites for one brief
scene
Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope
Confused faces change their places take up stances, exchange
glances
Lost in multicoloured hues there is no whole which I can
choose
Lonely in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope
In one face, one moment's fusion realize the new illusion
Clutching fingers break the puzzle jostle, hassle, elbow
bustle
Still out in the dark I grope the key's in my kaleidoscope
Salad Days (Are Here Again)
You come to me at midnight and say, 'It's dark in here.'
You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear
I tell you that I can not see but you persist in showing me
those bangles that I paid for long ago
And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low
and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so
Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their
gleam
The peaches snuggle closer down into the clotted cream
and for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime
and though I beg and plead with you, you tell me it's not
time
And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low
and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so
The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead
to try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed
At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips
and sings
and still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me
it's not time
And though my face is smiling I'm really feeling low
and though you say you're with me I know that it's not so
You really know that it's not so
Click here for variant Salad Days words
Good Captain Clack
Still scowling black good
Captain Clack
must eat his humble pie, his bed is made
the colours fade, his eyes once wet are dry
The naked muse who sits and chews
tobacco off a tree removes his shoes
gives way to booze and searches endlessly
See the
naked jumberlack sip his aphrodisiac
Cotton-picking farmers three though I lost my weather vane
and of sense I have one grain, I'm content sipping lemon tea
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