It's been a long day. Paulo Henriques Britto is right. The only people who digg poetry are other poets, the poet's family and friends, who'll buy his book on book-signing night, and that's about it.
I am facing a few problemitas here that keep me from visiting MyBlogLog. For example, I owe Lágrima Psicodélica a review. I had started a series of great songs, lousy lyrics. I wrote about "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zep, then Hotel California by The Eagles, and was about to write about "A Whiter Shade of Pale" by Procol Harum. This was a perfect song to dance close, girl with her head on boy's chest or shoulder, arms around his neck, and he would be close, close, with his daring hands as low as her bunda. The organ is played beautifully; the singer sounds like someone from the Mississippi Delta.
Wouldn't you believe it the Brits have books on the song's lyric? There goes my hypothesis down the toilet.
You can check the song out here:
The lyrics, quite mysterious for us in 1968, Lyrics Here
Are you Ready? Interpreting the words to A Whiter Shade of Pale.
I will give a one-year-subscription to "Something Awfull" to the best comment/paragraph on the words of "A Whiter Shade of Pale". Comments will be open until Tuesday, May 29, 2007, 12 A.M. PST. It's a way to thank you for sponsoring my blog all the way from MyBlogLog or from Ilker Yoldas' The Thinking Blog.
See you! Am I for real? Sure am. I have reviews on iTunes, Os Mutantes 1969 and 1970. Tinovska is all over the place.
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