A Whiter Shade of Pale

My isong is by Procol Harum, and was made in early 1967, which was soon to be called "the Summer of Love" and when hippies and psychedelia were at thier highest (haha, thats an accidental pun).  The meaning of the lyrics to my song are very complex.  The first few lines are about dancing somewhere, and then doing cartwheels, but it says they are on solid ground, but the the narrator is feeling seasick, which is one of the many paradoxes in this song.  The rest of the next lines eem to have ro correlation or meaning.  Finally the chorus seems to have the most meaning, and makes sense.  It goes, the miller told his tale, and her face just first ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale, so the millers story scared the girl, and her face turned even whiter than thought possible.  The rest of the song lyrics also seem to make no apparent sense and don't seem to have any specific order.  These lyrics also have the same randomness as in the first part of the song, so I think the lyrics are just nonsense lyrics, similar to The Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol in Alice in Wonderland.  The band members probably did this on purpose, because this was a time where young people were rebelling against the norm, and tried to break from the establishment by having lyrics that make no sense, but still had a popular song. 

Life on the Reservation

Life on a Native American Reservation is very tough and unfair.  These reservations were set up in the mid-1800's by the Federal Government to remove Native Americans from the everyday life of "Normal" America, and were treated extremely unfairly.  The lifestyle on these reservations is compared to third World/ developing countries.  These reservations are primarily located in the western United States, where it is very hard to cultivate crops and many Native Americans had to comepletely change thier lifestiles from farming to ranching. Out of the nations 550 something tribes, there are only 310 reservations, so many have to share a reservation or don't even have one to live on  Some of the poorest counties in America are counties with Indian Reservations on them.  Ever since their founding in the 19th century, they have been poorly kept by the government and have little funding, and most living there rely on food stamps and other donations.  These reservations are still in terrible condition and many are left unkept, just like the one in Smoke Signals.