Minstrel In The Gallery - Jethro Tull
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the
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
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
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in