A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum 2006

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One of the most Classic and covered tunes in modern history . . .
Most of the people in this audience were not even born when this tune was released in May 1967.
This was recorded at the grounds of the Ledreborg Palace in Denmark, 2006 - - -
Gary Brooker, at this time, is 61 yrs. old - but still rocking this beautiful song.
The lyrics have been a mystery for decades - - my personal belief is, they originated during an exceptional
LSD experience, back in the Day.
At any rate, it is what it is.
The name "Procol Harum" has been used to name a certain Asteroid in space, and also a certain hybrid of orchid flower...

Enough of my ramblings, just enjoy . . .


[video=youtube;St6jyEFe5WM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=St6jyEFe5WM[/video]

 

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Well, my original Youtube vid was deleted, I see, so I have replaced it with another - - almost identical, maybe a little better as there is a bit more
at the end.

And here is an additional treat - - !
The original video from 1967...

[video=youtube;Mb3iPP-tHdA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb3iPP-tHdA[/video]


My God - - -
look how young they were.

 

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Re: AW: Re: A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum 2006

WOW -

Thank you [DE]Keyman for adding such a great vid to this thread!
Yes, "Salty Dog" is a very important and memorable piece of songwriting.

What is up with the parrot?
Is that Gary Brooker's personal Pirate sidekick?


Again, thanks very much.

 

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Re: AW: Re: A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum 2006

Hey, Keyman...
Found another version of "A Salty Dog" from that same show in Denmark 2006 -
It is beautiful!

[video=youtube;3Gi7Z3-T_qQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Gi7Z3-T_qQ[/video]



All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry
Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!
Across the straits, around the horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive...

We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all

We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many junes have passed since we made land
A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand


WOW -
nobody writes songs like this anymore. So very sad . . .