Sihem
09-07-2007, 03:54 PM
a whiter shade of pale: Harum, Lennox, Brightman, Pesh & Warlock
Sarah Brightman:
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=1ad2da3
Procol Harum (top of the pops 1967):
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=d2d29f5
procol harum (gary brooker, jack bruce, peter frampton & ringo starr, pine knob 1997):
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=3ce6391
annie lennox
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=7f3f135
doro pesch & warlock
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=cb07096
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
But 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
You said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wander through my playing cards
And would not let it be
I'm one of the sixteen virgins
Who are leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well 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
A whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale
Sarah Brightman:
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=1ad2da3
Procol Harum (top of the pops 1967):
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=d2d29f5
procol harum (gary brooker, jack bruce, peter frampton & ringo starr, pine knob 1997):
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=3ce6391
annie lennox
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=7f3f135
doro pesch & warlock
http://d01.megashares.com/?d01=cb07096
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
But 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
You said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wander through my playing cards
And would not let it be
I'm one of the sixteen virgins
Who are leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well 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
A whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale
A whiter shade of pale