Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Jethro Tull

Minstrel In The Gallery

 

Minstrel In The Gallery

(album: Minstrel In The Gallery - 1975)


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.

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?