Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Original Masters

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-glowed 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 


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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 
He saw his face in everyone 
Titillated men of action 
Belly warming, hands still rubbing 
On the parts they never mention 
Salaried and collar-scrubbing 


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 he threw away his looking glass 
'Cause he saw his face in everyone 


The minstrel in the gallery 
Looked down upon the smiling faces 
Met the gazes 
The minstrel in the gallery