Jethro Tull – Minstrel In The Gallery lyrics
Minstrel In The Gallery
My Lord and Lady, we have happened upon these, uh, strolling players
Who'll provide you with their good tunes
We're really gonna go through with this
I can't see ya down their, alright - don't think they're gonna like this much, though
So, my Lord and Lady, for your entertainment
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-glow'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, overfed and undertakers
Sunday paper backgammon players, family-scarred and women-haters
And 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 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 he threw away his looking-glass and saw his face in everyone, hey
Titillated men of action, belly warming, hands still rubbing
On the parts they never mention, salaried and collar-scrubbing, yeah
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating one-line jokers
T.V. documentary makers, overfed and undertakers
Sunday paper backgammon players, family-scarred and women-haters
And 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, yeah, yes
Looked down upon the smiling faces
Met the gazes, yeah
The minstrel in the gallery
Then he waited, yeah