Παγκοσμιο σοκ στη διεθνή μουσική σκηνή: Έφυγε απο τη ζωη ο ιδρυτής των Procol Harum και συνθέτης του A Whiter Shade of Pale, πεθανε ο Gary Brooker

Έφυγε από τη ζωή σε ηλικία 76 ετών από την επάρατη νόσο, ο σπουδαίος Βρετανός τραγουδιστής, μουσικός πιανίστας, συνθέτης, ιδρυτής και αρχηγός του rock συγκροτήματος των Procol Harum, ο Gary Brooker.

Γεννήθηκε και πέθανε στο Λονδίνο. Επαγγελματίας μουσικός ήταν και ο πατέρας του.

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A Whiter Shade of Pale

Procol Harum

We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick 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 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

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

And so it was that later

Τραγουδοποιοί: Gary Brooker / Keith Reid / Matthew Fisher

Έφυγε από τη ζωή σε ηλικία 76 ετών από την επάρατη νόσο, ο σπουδαίος Βρετανός τραγουδιστής, μουσικός πιανίστας, συνθέτης, ιδρυτής και αρχηγός του rock συγκροτήματος των Procol Harum, ο Gary Brooker.

Γεννήθηκε και πέθανε στο Λονδίνο. Επαγγελματίας μουσικός ήταν και ο πατέρας του.

 epirustoday.com  

A Whiter Shade of Pale

Procol Harum

We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick 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 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

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

And so it was that later

Τραγουδοποιοί: Gary Brooker / Keith Reid / Matthew Fisher