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Lyrics for 'Minstrel In The Gallery' by 'Jethro Tull'
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.
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 Threw Away His Looking-glass - Saw His Face In
Everyone.
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