Shila,
Forgive me for interrupting your thread but that title made me think of another tune; A Whiter Shade of Pale. Which I will now copy in it's entirety.
We skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of 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 just as well've 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
interesting song... and deja vu a few minutes ago there was a forward in an email i got, originally from some sn of "A_Whiter_Shade_Of_Pale7" ... *ponders that*
There are three songs titled Shades of Gray that I know of:
Biohazard
Shades Of Gray
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast
In hating all of the bullshit you give me about my future, present and past
Who are you to infringe your values upon me, I've learned the hard way
Stepping on my toes, you've put my back to the wall, my back to the wall
I've been told a thousand times to give respect when due
Why do you find it so hard to believe I've got none for youIt's my heart and my mind that I'll always follow, I will not break
Nor will my balls, although that I've seen that you've tried before
Why are people fake ?
Chorus:
Maybe you're older, wiser in your own right, it's your mistake
I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make
I am real, in touch with my feelings, and I know my place
You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face
I see the world in a different light
Things no always black and white
Through all these years still, to this day
My hardened eyes see only shades of grey
I would never try and tell you what was right from wrong
Maybe that's why you feel that I don't belong
Always put me down for things I've said and done
Can't you see it's a war that can't be won
Lead
A war that can't be won
Living in your world seems so clear on concise
Shutting out reality makes everything so nice
Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday
See my tattered canvass bleeding shades of grey
Chorus
Thanatopsis
Shades of gray
I can feel the sorrow in this room
I know behind that door your life is ruined
The rest of your days will never be the same
They've all been painted shadowy gray
Oh, your life has changed
So very much in just one day
All the things of life begin to fade
I can feel the sorrow in this room
I know behind that door your life is ruined
Looking back brings too much pain
Nothing will ever be the same
Now death fills your mind
Makes you fall behind
No way can you live a normal life
I can feel the sorrow in this room
I know behind that door your life is ruined
The rest of your days will never be the same
'Cause of your sorrow filled memory.
Monkees
Shades Of Gray
When the world and I were young, just yesterday,
Life was such a simple game, a child could play.
It was easy then to tell right from wrong,
Easy then to tell weak from strong,
When a man should stand and fight or just go along.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white, only shades of gray.
I remember when the answer seemed so clear,
We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear.
It was easy then to tell truth from lies,
Selling-out from compromise,
Who to love and who to hate, the foolish from the wise.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white, only shades of gray.
SOLO
It was easy then to know what was fair,
When to keep and when to share,
How much to protect your heart and how much to care.
But today there is no day or night,
Today there is no dark or light,
Today there is no black or white, only shades of gray,
Only shades of gray.
could it be the one by Amanda Marshall? It's on her "Tuesday's Child" CD
I was an August baby
Conceived by the Christmas lights
I came into the world by the setting sun
On a humid summer night
When my grandmother held me for the very first time
She thanked God I looked like my daddy
And I never quite knew just what she meant
But I knew she was a little too happy And now I see
You can't change a stubborn mind
You can't see the world if your eyes are blind
What does it matter anyway
In our darkest hour we're all just shades of grey
They got married in a tiny chapel
1965
Malcolm X was on the radio
When he took her as his wife
And she looked so pretty that September day
And her older brother cried as he gave her away
And the minister looked like he didn't know what to say And then he spoke
You can't change a stubborn mind
You can't see the world if your eyes are blind
What does it matter anyway
In our darkest hour we're all just shades of grey
And when my grandmother held me For the very first time
She thanked God I looked like my daddy
And I never gave a damn just what she meant
But I knew she was a little too happy And now I see
You can't change a stubborn mind
You can't see the world if your eyes are blind
What does it matter anyway
In our darkest hour we're all just shades of grey
In our darkest hour we're all just shades of
Darkest hour we're all just Shades of grey
Hey, Hey, Hey
It doesn't matter anyway
Don't give a damn Don't give a damn Don't give a damn
what they say
We're all just shades of grey
We're all just shades of grey
Shades of grey