music vids.. some of your favorites

roddie wrote:I found this vid a few days ago.. and really enjoyed it! Hope you do too. Happy New Year my friends!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=St6jyEFe5WM

crankbndr wrote:Great song, I was there when it hit the airwaves. Nobody knows what the words mean.

Procol Harum wrote: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
And the waiter brought a tray

*(a lively Spanish or Spanish-American dance in triple time, performed by a man and woman playing castanets)

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

*(a person who owns or operates a mill, especially a mill that grinds grain into flour)

She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins*
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed

*(in ancient Rome) one of four, later six, virgins consecrated to Vesta and to the tending of the sacred fire on her altar. - IMO, the bust of a female on the front bow of a ship, indicating 16 sailing ships leaving port.)

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, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride. "
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.

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

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

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.

GallopingGhostler wrote:

crankbndr wrote:Great song, I was there when it hit the airwaves. Nobody knows what the words mean.

lyricsfreak.com: Procol Harum – A Whiter Shade Of Pale Lyrics

Procol Harum wrote: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
And the waiter brought a tray

*(a lively Spanish or Spanish-American dance in triple time, performed by a man and woman playing castanets)

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

*(a person who owns or operates a mill, especially a mill that grinds grain into flour)

She said, "There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
And they would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins*
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open wide
They might have just as well been closed

*(in ancient Rome) one of four, later six, virgins consecrated to Vesta and to the tending of the sacred fire on her altar. - IMO, the bust of a female on the front bow of a ship, indicating 16 sailing ships leaving port.)

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, "I'm here on a shore leave,"
Though we were miles at sea.
I pointed out this detail
And forced her to agree,
Saying, "You must be the mermaid
Who took King Neptune for a ride. "
And she smiled at me so sweetly
That my anger straightway died.

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

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

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.

I've included a few definitions to help clarify. IMO, it is a sea tale about sailing ships leaving port, particularly one that was lost in the rough seas. (Miller's tale of grinding - ship taking a pounding by the waves of the sea, ship's vestal virgin on the bow becoming more afraid of her safety, final resting place of the ship sinking to the ocean bed.)
Anyway, that is my take on the lyrics.

crankbndr wrote:Are the last two verses even in the original song?

RknRusty wrote:This nearly evokes a tear, especially when I think of how I missed every opportunity to see them live.
I hope you have a big screen and a sound system to send this to.
Enjoy

https://youtu.be/ljaU7YcrKAU

Oldenginerod wrote:Well, a miller grinding flour would probably end up with a lot of flour on their face, making it a "whiter shade of pale". Am I thinking too literally?

The History of Flour wrote:This invention of the ancient world was used again by the millers of the Middle Ages, but in the twelfth century a new construction reached the European continent: the windmill, that probably originated in the Orient. It is not known whether the Crusaders brought the invention home with them from the Arabian world. All we can say for certain is that windmills were already turning in far-off England around the year 1150. Initially viewed with distrust, the new technology experienced its heyday in the Netherlands, where it contributed to growing prosperity towards the end of the Middle Ages. Until far into modern times the windmill was a characteristic feature of the European landscape.

That did not change until the start of the industrial age. In 1786 London’s first steam mill was erected on the bank of the Thames. Barges delivered the grain directly into the basement of the unimposing building. Inside the mill, two 50-horsepower steam engines together moved 20 pairs of millstones. The Albion Mill was so productive that it provoked the resentment of its competitors. After five years it went up in flames, accompanied by the derisive howling of the London mob. What initially met with little approval in England fell on fertile ground in America. There the inventor Oliver Evans constructed a steam engine that operated at higher pressure and was soon driving large automatic mills.

balogh wrote:Maybe a bit less intellectual than Procol Harum and Pink Floyd..especially for Oldenginerod from Australia: the way this (Australian) gal revives Jimi Hendrix is awesome

ticomareado wrote:I just love the primal scream.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pv5cXss5cPg  

RknRusty wrote:This nearly evokes a tear, especially when I think of how I missed every opportunity to see them live.
I hope you have a big screen and a sound system to send this to.
Enjoy

https://youtu.be/ljaU7YcrKAU

GallopingGhostler wrote:

This is the kind of music that Clovis and nearby Texas Panhandle likes.

roddie wrote:I found this vid a few days ago.. and really enjoyed it! Hope you do too. Happy New Year my friends!