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Minstrel In The Gallery
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Jethro Tull
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(My lord and lady, we have – fortuitously happened upon these, er, strolling players, who will provide you with, er, goodly tunes whilst you set about your, errr, prandial delights, albeit in the lamentable absence of your guests. So, my lord and lady, for your entertainment!) ['So we're going to through with this?' 'Yeahh, suppose we better had. I can't see down there all right. I don't think they're going to like this much though.'] 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 polarised 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 Then he called (and he called) the band down to the stage And he looked at all the friends he'd made [Instrumental interlude] 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 Then he brewed a song of love and hatred Oblique suggestions, and he waited He polarised the pumpkin-eaters Static-humming panel-beaters The minstrel in the gallery Looked down on the rabbit-run Then he 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 (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 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 Then he threw away his looking-glass And saw his face in everyone (Hey!) The minstrel in the gallery, ye-e-es Looked down upon the smiling faces He met the gazes, yeah Mm, the minstrel in the gallery
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