Skip the Light
We skipped the light
fandango
turned
cartwheels 'cross the floorI
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 reasonand the truth is plain to see.'But I wandered through my playing cardsand would not let her beone of sixteen vestal virginswho were leaving for the coastand although my eyes were openthey might have just as well've been closed
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A Whither Shade of Pale, Brooker/Reid, Procol Harum
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