After all the jacks are in their boxes, and the clowns have all gone to bed, you can hear happiness staggering on down the street, footprints dress in red...
On April 27, 1967, super-model Twiggy (Lesley Hornby) and her entourage spent a day at Disneyland, filming segments for her June 1967 show, “Twiggy: Why?” Most of these photos also feature her then boyfriend, manager, and Svengali, Nigel Davies, who changed his name to Justin de Villeneuve. Even back then, people reinvented themselves and their backgrounds. The two split up in 1973 when Twiggy discovered he was taking more than his share of her earnings for himself.
Procol Harum with the Scopitone version of A Whiter Shade of Pale, including great candid street scenes of sixties era London, pleasantly lost and wandering in the crowds of Trafalgar Square...
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