Minstrel in the Gallery Lyrics

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The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between the old men's cackle.
Then he brewed a song of love and hatred--obliquesuggestions and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming panel-beaters ---
The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in everyone.
(REST THE SAME)
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.
ACUSTIC PART
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
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming
panel-beaters ---
freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
(salaried and collar-scrubbing).
(REST THE SAME)
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.
Words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
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