1967 | Gary Brooker: vocals and piano | Matthew Fisher: Hammond M-102 organ | David Knights: bass | Ray Royer: guitar | Bill Eyden: drums.
Splendid Tune!!!
Haha I was looking for the name of this song because the church pipe organ was so haunting. The only words I knew of it are “Trip the light fandago, turning cartwheels in the sand.” hahaha. Now I know better. :) Merci.
very memorabe main riff/theme.
Lovely memories. :)
Hello, since a long time, I am a great fan of what I think is the Best British group – Procol Harum. I research all the lives shows , particulary in Holland, Germany, Scandinavienlands, USA, Great-Britain, etc.. and also the live show of Procol Harum in Boston, 2010-06-15 and the show of Gary Brooker’s Ballet called Delta video 1990. any archival records anywhere?
Was Procol Harum a 1 hit wonder? anyone?
One interpretation reads that the song held odd and unrelated lyrics, possibly from a poem by Reid about boy/girl relationships that used sailing metaphors, which were a pun on or spoof of the psychedelic songs written at the time which had bizarre metaphors and droll phrases. Another line of thought.
I really like the melodic refrain of this one – the leitmotof or watever. Where can one find the extended version?
This was my anthem many years back! Listening to it after ages. Thanks for bringing back memories.
Just being nostalgic, im not from the 60s-702 though but always rekindle memories whenever i hear this song… being played in holidays way back when i was i kid. late 80s early 90s. *peace awt*
… after all these years! Thumbsup. The full extended version lyrics run like this 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 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… Read more »
yes, once upon a time, music was poetry.
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 would not let her be.