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JETHRO TULL LYRICS"Minstrel In The Gallery"The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon thesmiling 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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