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anotherdayinbliss · 11 months
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Procol Harum (L-R: bassist David Knights, organist Matthew Fisher, drummer B.J. Wilson, singer Gary Brooker, songwriter Keith Reid, and guitarist Robin Trower), March 31, 1969. Photos by Jack Robinson.
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pancakeofsin · 1 month
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cbjustmusic · 1 year
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Two songs from the British Rock Symphony. First, “A Whiter Shade of Pale” with vocals by Gary Brooker the original singer from Procul Harum who died earlier this year. Second, Jumpin' Jack Flash with vocals by Darlene Love. _________________________ A Whiter Shade of Pale Music by Gary Brooker and Matthew Fisher; Lyrics by Keith Reid
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
And so it was that later
__________________________ Jumpin’ Jack Flash Songwriters: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
I was born in a crossfire hurricane And I howled at the mornin', drivin' rain
But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash It's a gas, gas, gas
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash It's a gas, gas, gas
Ooh!
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled Yeah, yeah
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread Yeah, yeah, yeah I was crowned with a spike right through my head My, my, yeah
But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash It's a gas, gas, gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas
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gringo60s · 2 years
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Procol Harum
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mrsaito58 · 1 year
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filosofablogger · 3 months
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♫ A Whiter Shade Of Pale ♫ (Redux)
I have played this one only once, back in 2020, but it is one that definitely deserves a redux! Released in May 1967, this is the debut single by the British rock band Procol Harum.  Within a month, the song had surged to the #1 spot in the UK where it would remain for six weeks, and hit #5 in the U.S.  One of the anthems of the 1967 Summer of Love, it is one of the best selling singles in…
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longliverockback · 1 year
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Procol Harum The Well’s on Fire 2003 Eagle ————————————————— Tracks: 01. An Old English Dream 02. Shadow Boxed 03. A Robe of Silk 04. The Blink of an Eye 05. The V.I.P. Room 06. The Question 07. This World Is Rich (for Stephen Maboe) 08. Fellow Travellers 09. Wall Street Blues 10. The Emperor’s New Clothes 11. So Far Behind 12. Every Dog Will Have His Day 13. Weisselklenzenacht (the Signature) —————————————————
Gary Brooker
Mark Brzezicki 
Matthew Fisher 
Matt Pegg
Keith Reid
Geoff Whitehorn
* Long Live Rock Archive
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jebbabunga · 5 months
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Matthew Patel, Josuke Higashikata, Simon Petrikov, Sal Fisher, Roman Roy, and withered Bonnie walk into a bar…
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behindthescreamz · 4 months
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behind the scenes with the cast of “scooby doo” (2002)
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weirdlookindog · 1 month
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Francis Matthews, Christopher Lee, Barbara Shelley, and Suzan Farmer in Dracula: Prince of Darkness (1966)
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https-hunter · 6 months
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Maybe this is just me, but Matthew Perry's death just reminds me so much of Carrie Fisher. They both played iconic characters, of course, but there's more to it. They wrote memoirs relatively not long before they died. They struggled with addiction for years, but persevered and were quite open about it. They were advocates for mental health awareness. They were taken too soon. They were beautiful people, both inside and out, and I hope they're resting well
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anotherdayinbliss · 11 months
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Procol Harum (L-R: guitarist Robin Trower, drummer B. J. Wilson, singer and pianist Gary Brooker, bassist David Knights, and Matthew Fisher), Kensington Gardens, London, February 1968. Photo by Ivan Keeman.
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pancakeofsin · 9 months
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"I didn't think I was ever going to see you again," he says, and it's a quiet admission. Neither of them is very good with feelings.
"Honestly? Neither did I." His brother answers, and he's not looking at Thomas, jumping over the low railing overlooking the hill, and resting against it.
Thomas doesn't follow, not to the other side of the fence. Instead, he rests against the chipped wood, and doesn't let himself stare at his brother.
When they last saw each other, before this, Matthew has just turned eighteen. Thomas is older than that, now.
Matthew looks well. He was always short, always small, but Thomas never really understood how much of it was in his posture, the way he held himself. Not to say he ever made himself small – Matthew was always loud, and brash, rarely invisible. But only now, when it's gone, Thomas realises that for years and years there was something deeply coiled inside his older brother, a string pulled too tight. Now, with a relaxed set of shoulders, he looks lighter.
He's taller, too. Not by much. But something in Thomas aches to think he had missed what was probably his brothers last growth spurt. That his brother has missed his, too.
The wind sweeps over them both, and Thomas' knuckles turn white with force as he grips the railing. The wind is not really strong enough to push him over it, but it is strong enough to push him forward, pressed against it. Matthew doesn't seem to have noticed, perching on top of the railing like it's just a classroom desk.
Thomas hugs his arms around himself, chilled. It's only then his brother breaks the silence again.
"Like that jacket?" he asks, and even though the tone is light, there is a bitter note in his voice, in the way his nose strunches, his lips turn up in a mithless grin.
"I've worn it every day since you disappeared," Thomas says, and it's a lie, but only by a little. Thomas has not worn Matthew's favourite windbreaker every single day since the older has disappeared – he has worn it every single day since he realised he isn't coming back.
"I'm not sorry," Matthew says, and that, too, sounds like a lie.
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velveys · 2 months
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Scooby Doo (2002)
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whoops-im-obsessed · 9 months
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I got excited so have some bad memes
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texaschainsawmascara · 9 months
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Hackers (1995)
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