Minstrel in the Gallery/Cross Eyed Mary lyrics by Jethro Tull

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Minstrel in the Gallery/Cross Eyed Mary by Jethro Tullالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Minstrel in the Gallery/Cross Eyed Mary by Jethro Tull

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
TV 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 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

He 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
TV 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
He saw his face in everyone

The minstrel in the gallery
Looked down upon the smiling faces

[Incomprehensible]
The minstrel in the gallery

Writer : IAN ANDERSON, MARTIN BARRE
Copyright : Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC