L’ORA DELL’AMORE –I CAMALEONTI —-DA HOMBURG DEI PROCUL HARUM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vT112QzYSC8
SENZA LUCE tradotta da SERGIO BARDOTTI per i CAMALEONTI (A whiter shade of pale dei Procul Harum
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6QdncVBFNw
HOMBURG DEI PROCUL HARUM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oty-xMa-res
Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
And the lipsticked unmade bed
The mirror on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are laced up wrong
You’d better take off your homburg
‘Cause your overcoat is too long
The town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
When its hands they both turn backwards
And on meeting will devour
Both themselves and also any fool
Who dares to tell the time
And the sun and moon will shatter
And the signposts cease to sign
Procol Harum – A Whiter Shade Of Pale (Live at the Union Chapel)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8jJ1ORIOes
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
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 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
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 Procol Harum sono un gruppo rock progressivo britannico, tra i primissimi esponenti di tale corrente musicale negli anni sessanta: vengono considerati “uno dei gruppi più influenti nella storia del rock[2]” e “i profeti del suono orchestrale[3]“.
rock progressivo[1]
Art rock[1]
Rock psichedelico[1]
Blues rock[1]
Rock sinfonico
