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- From: dfrench@site.gmu.edu (Douglas French (ECE 535))
- Subject: Re: REQ:Conquistador (???)
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- The song is "Conquistador" by Procol Harum. The album, "Procol Harum"
- was originally issued (on vinyl) about 1964-65 on the DERAM label
- (DES 18008) and was distributed by London Records. It was reissued
- later by A&M Records retitled "A Whiter Shade of Pale" (SP4373). The
- songs were rearranged on the reissue and one additional song was
- included. The sound quality of the reissue suffered slightly probably
- due to the degradation of the master tapes with time. BTW, the
- original recording was "electronically re-processed" for stereo.
- There was a re-reissue on CD a few years back. I can't comment on
- it's quality.
- You probably heard the re-reissue if there were horns in the arrangement.
- Too bad, if so. The original issue "Conquistador" was a much tighter
- arrangement (no horns, just tight kick-butt studio work). As a matter
- of fact the entire album (first issue, black & white artwork cover)
- was tight and tasty. Special kudos to Mathew Fisher's B3 Hammond organ
- (the honest-to-gawd halejulia-get-down one-ton beast) work and Robin
- Trower's absolutely scarey guitar licks.
- But I digress...
-
- Am D
- Conquistador, your stallion stands
- G G7
- In need of company
- Am D
- And like some angel's halo'ed brow
- G G7
- You reak of purity.
- A Dm
- I see your armor plated breast
- G Am
- Has long since lost it's sheen
- A Dm
- And in your deathmask face
- G Am
- There are no signs which can be seen.
-
- Am F
- And though I hope for something to find
- Am F
- I can see no place to unwind.
-
-
- Conquistador your vulture sits
- Upon your silver sheet
- And in your rusty scabbard now
- The sand has taken seed.
-
- And though your jewel encrusted blade
- Has not been plundered still.
- The sea has washed across your face
- And taken of it's fill.
-
- And though I hope for something to find
- I can see no place to unwind.
-
- Conquistador there is no time
- I must pay my respect
- And though I came to cheer at you
- I leave now with regret.
-
- And as the gloom begins to fall
- I see there is no, only all.
- Though you came with sword held high
- You did not conquer, only die.
-
- And though I hope for something to find
- I can see no place to unwind.
- ...repeat...
-
- Hope this helps.
- dfrench@site.gmu.edu
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