MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
procol harum - a christmas camel
My amazon six-triggered bride
Now searching for a place to hide
Still sees the truth quite easily
But shrouds all else in mystery
While madmen in top hats and tails
Impale themselves on six-inch nails
And some arabian also-ran
Impersonates a watering can
Some santa claus-like face of note
Entreats my ears to set afloat
My feeble sick and weary brain
And i am overcome with shame
And hide inside my overcoat
And hurriedly begin to quote
While some arabian sheikh most grand
Impersonates a hot-dog stand
The red cross ambulance outside
Can only mean that i must hide
'til dusk and finally the night
When i will make a hasty flight
Across the sea and far away
To where the weary exiles stay
And some arabian oil-well
Impersonates a padded cell
procol harum - a dream in ev ry home
Remember when you felt it first?
The bitter taste of love
The hand that reached inside your purse
The fist inside the glove
Remember how it felt to be
The only one who cared
You peeked behind the open door
The bride is always bared
You always knew this day would come
You lie in bed alone
The TV flickers silently
A dream in every home (early mixes exist in which Gary sings 'A dream without a home')
Remember when you felt it first?
When you played kiss and tell
The moment that the arrow pierced
The pearl inside the shell
Remember how good it felt to be?
To really come alive
You peeked behind the open door
The secrets of the hive
procol harum - a real attitude
She's got friends in high places, her picture's in Vogue
She's seen at the races and walking the dog
She swallows the camera, she follows the press
She covers the angles, she's dressed for success
She don't bring me water
She don't give me food
All that she got is a real attitude
Her mood swings are violent, it can't be denied
She kisses the bridegroom and disses the bride
Godfather's baby who gets every wish
She drinks with the family, she's taking the Fifth
She don't bring me water
She don't give me food
All that she got is a real attitude
procol harum - a robe of silk
A robe of silk I'd be to you
And on our dreams we'd journey to
A land where shepherds herded sheep
An' all we wished within our reach
And golden sun an' silver light
To bright our day and quiet our night
And everybody else had flown
An' there was only us alone
And on our voyage I'd try to be
The only star that you could see
And guide you safe till night was done
An' then perhaps become the sun
And when you laid you down to sleep
A constant vigil I would keep
Though everybody else had flown
An' there was only us alone
procol harum - a rum tale
She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good
I've taken to drinking, and given up food
I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun
I'll hide from the natives, live only on rum
I'm selling my memoirs, I'm writing it down
If no one will pay me I'll burn down the town
I'll rent out an aircraft and print on the sky
If God likes my story then maybe he'll buy
I'm buying a ticket for places unknown
It's only a one-way: I'm not coming home
She's swallowed my secret, and taken my name
To follow my footsteps and knobble me lame
procol harum - a salty dog
'All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry
'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all
We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many Junes have passed since we made land
A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand
procol harum - a souvenir of london
Bought a souvenir in London
Got to hide it from my mom
Can't declare it at the Customs
But I'll have to take it home
Tried to keep it confidential
But the news is leaking out
Got a souvenir in London
There's a lot of it about
Yes, I found a bit of London
I'd like to lose it quick
Got to show it to my doctor
'Cause it isn't going to shrink
Want to keep it confidential
But the truth is leaking out
Got a souvenir in London
There's a lot of it about
procol harum - a whiter shade of pale
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 my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'i'm home on shore leave,'
Though in truth we were at sea
So i took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, 'you must be the mermaid
Who took neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is its 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
procol harum - about to die
About to die - the crowds applaud you
About to die - they'll resurrect you
Light a candle up in kingdom come
Light the way for the saviour's son
A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down
About to die - the crowds reward you
About to die - their cheers ignore you
Light a candle up in kingdom come
Light the way for the chosen one
No candle burned with fire enough to tear that city down
About to die - the crowds applaud me
About to die - they'll resurrect me
Light a candle up in kingdom come
Light the way for the savior's son
A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down
procol harum - all our dreams are sold
Rings upon your fingers
Bells upon your toes
Ev'ry day's a game of chance
Ev'ry body knows
In the king's apartment
Heavy lies the crown
There must be a thousand ways
To bring that castle down
Wave the mighty dollar
Make us live again
Lead and we will follow
Faithful to the end
Wave the mighty dollar
Pave the streets with gold
Lead us by the collar
All our dreams are sold
Rings upon your finger
Stardust in your hair
Jumping through that wall of fire
All for the market share
In the king's apartment
Desperate human greed
Try to find a diff'rent way
Satisfy that need
Wave the mighty dollar
Make us live again
Lead and we will follow
Faithful to the end
Wave the mighty dollar
Pave the streets with gold
Lead us by the collar
All our dreams are sold
procol harum - all this and more
It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile
and if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial
My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear
Were I to cry, I'm sure that still they'd never see a tear
In darkness through my being here, away from you
the bright light of your star confronts me shining through
Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glaze
Whirlpools rage on constantly, I'm not so well these days
There must be something somewhere near who sees what's being done
The harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost run
In darkness through my being here, away from you
the bright light of your star confronts me, shining through
Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring
like Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold
And folding still we'll spare a thought for what's been lost and what's been caught
and maybe then begin again for love is life, not poison
In darkness through my being here, away from you
the bright light of your star confronts me, shining through
procol harum - alpha
My parents must've disliked me. They left me in the lurch
Packed me in a basket which was left in a church
It was found by a nun
who took one peep and run
screaming 'There's an eye in the middle of his head!'
The man in charge reflected and then to me he said,
'All men are born equal. You can earn your daily bread;
Go now to the belfry
where the bats are blind and can't see
there's an eye in the middle of your head.'
I sat there in the gloom, thought about my lousy luck;
At least if your body's offensive then your clothes cover it up
But my forehead is quite smooth
except for one circular groove
and that's the eye in the middle of my head.
procol harum - an old english dream
They say this fair city has ten thousand souls
Some live in mansions
And some live in holes
Some eat from silver
And some eat from gold
Some sift through garbage
And sleep in the cold
I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
An old English church yard and an old English dream
Once we had a country
And thought it so fair
If you look through the mirror
You can still find it there
But now our great country
Is broken and torn
And all of its promise
And liberties worn
I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
An old English church yard and an old English dream
I saw a great plain in winter
All covered in snow
Ten thousand soldiers
That marched to and fro
I saw a broken down building
With ten thousand doors
But none of them open
And none of them yours
I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
An old English church yard and an old English dream
procol harum - as strong as samson
Psychiatrists and Lawyers...destroying Mankind
Drivin' 'em Crazy...and Stealing 'em Blind
Bankers and Brokers...ruling the World
Storing the Silver...and Hoarding the Gold
Ain't no Use in Preachers Preaching
When They Don't Know What They're Preaching
Weakest Man, Be Strong As Samson
When You're Being Held to Ransom
Famine and Hardship...in True Living Colour
Constant Reminders...the Plight of Our Brothers
Daily Starvation...our Diet of News
Fed to the Teeth...with a Barrage of Views
Ain't no Use in Preachers Preaching
When They Don't Know What They're Preaching
Weakest Man, Be Strong As Samson
When You're Being Held to Ransom
Black Men and White Men...and Arabs and Jews
Causing Congestion...and Filling the Queues
Fighting For Freedom...the Truth and the Word
Fighting the War For the End of the World
Ain't no Use in Preachers Preaching
When They Don't Know What They're Teaching
Weakest Man, Be Strong As Samson
When You're Being Held to Ransom
procol harum - barnyard story
Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin
You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin
I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall
I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall
Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wide
I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride
Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure
All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure
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