Zakk Wylde & Black Label Society

Whiter Shade Of Pale

Zakk Wylde & Black Label Society


We skipped the light fandango 
And turned cartwheels across the floor 
Yeah, I was feeling kind of seasick 
But the crowd called out for more, yeah, oh yeah
And the room was humming harder 
And as the ceiling flew away 
We called out for another drink, oh yeah
The waiter brought the tray 

And so it was that later, yeah
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 
And I would not let her be, oh, oh yeah
One of sixteen vestal virgins 
Who were leaving for the coast 
And oh, and my eyes were open 
They might just as well have been closed 

And so it was that later, oh
As the miller told his tale 
That her face at first just ghostly 
Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah

Oh, and so it was, yeah, oh later
The miller told his tale
Yeah her face was kinda ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale, oh yeah

Dançamos o fandango suave
Girando pelo salão
Eu estava meio tonto
Mas a multidão queria mais,yeah, oh sim
E o pessoal comentava cada vez mais
Enquanto o teto rodava
Quando pedimos outra bebida, oh sim
O garçom trouxe uma bandeja

E foi mais tarde, sim
Quando Miller contava sua história
Que seu rosto a princípio apenas fantasmagórico
Ficou ainda mais pálida

Ela disse que não há motivo
E a verdade é cristalina
Mas eu consultei as cartas do baralho
E não permitira que ela fosse
Uma das dezesseis virgens vestais
Que partiam para o litoral
E embora meus olhos estivessem abertos
Daria no mesmo se estivessem fechados

E assim foi, que mais tarde, oh
Conforme o moleiro contou o seu conto
Que seu rosto a princípio apenas fantasmagórico
Transformou num novo tom de palidez, oh sim

Oh, e assim foi, sim, oh depois
O moleiro contou o seu conto
Sim seu rosto estava meio fantasmagórico
Transformou num novo tom de palidez, oh sim