Outra coisa "velhinha"...que (re)achei !

dos Procul Harum!!!!
do vinil negro e rotativamente lento,
tanto quanto a vontade do momento...

A Whiter shade of pale

We skipped the light fandango and
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.
I was feeling kind of 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 is 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 would not let her be
One of the sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open,
they might just as well 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...

Lyrics by K.Reid/G. Brooker