Jethro Tull - Minstrel In The Gallery lyrics

The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the<br>Smiling faces.<br>He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between the<br>Old men's cackle.<br>He brewed a song of love and hatred --- oblique<br>Suggestions --- and he waited.<br>He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming<br>Panel-beaters --- freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters<br>(salaried and collar-scrubbing).<br>He titillated men-of-action --- belly warming, hands<br>Still rubbing on the parts they never mention.<br>He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating<br>One-line jokers --- t.v. documentary makers<br>(overfed and undertakers).<br>Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred<br>And women-haters.<br>Then he called the band down to the stage and he<br>Looked at all the friends he'd made.<br>The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the<br>Rabbit-run.<br>And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in<br>Everyone.