Jethro Tull - A Minstrel In The Gallery Lyrics
The Minstrel in the Gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.He met the gazes - observed the spaces between the old men's cackle.He brewed a song of love and hatred - oblique suggestions - and he waited.He polarized the pumpkin-eaters - static-humming panel-beaters - freshly day-glo'd factory cheaters (salaried and collar-scrubbing).He titillated men-of-action - belly warming, hands still rubbing on the parts they never mention.He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating one-line jokers - T.V. documentary makers (over-fed and undertakers).Sunday paper backgammon players - family-scarred and women-haters.Then he called the band down to the stage and he looked at all the friends he'd made. [Instrumental]The Minstrel in the Gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.He met the gazes - observed the spaces in between the old men's cackle.And he brewed a song of love and hatred - oblique suggestions - and he waited.He polarized the pumpkin-eaters - static-humming panel-beaters.The Minstrel in the Gallery looked down on the rabbit-run.And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in everyone.Hey!He titillated men-of-action - belly warming, hands still rubbing on the parts they never mention (salaried and collar-scrubbing).He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating one-line jokers - T.V. documentary makers (over-fed and undertakers).Sunday paper backgammon players - family-scarred and women-haters.Then he called the band down to the stage and he looked at all the friends he'd made.The Minstrel in the Gallery looked down on the rabbit-run.And he threw away his looking-glass and saw his face in everyone.Hey!The Minstrel in the Gallery. Yes!Looked down upon the smiling faces.He met the gazes. Yeah!Mm. The Minstrel in the Gallery
