Jethro Tull - Minstrel In The Gallery Lyrics
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon theSmiling faces.He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between theOld mens cackle.He brewed a song of love and hatred --- obliqueSuggestions --- and he waited.He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-hummingPanel-beaters --- freshly day-glowd factory cheaters(salaried and collar-scrubbing).He titillated men-of-action --- belly warming, handsStill rubbing on the parts they never mention.He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleatingOne-line jokers --- t.v. documentary makers(overfed and undertakers).Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarredAnd women-haters.Then he called the band down to the stage and heLooked at all the friends hed made.The minstrel in the gallery looked down on theRabbit-run.And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face inEveryone.