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Jethro Tull
Jethro Tull
Performer
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Flute
Jeffrey Hammond
Jeffrey Hammond
Bass Guitar
Katherine Thulborn
Katherine Thulborn
Cello
Barrie Barlow
Barrie Barlow
Drums
Martin Barre
Martin Barre
Electric Guitar
Patrick Halling
Patrick Halling
Violin
Dee Palmer
Dee Palmer
Orchestra Conductor
John Evan
John Evan
Piano
Bridget Procter
Bridget Procter
Violin
Elizabeth Edwards
Elizabeth Edwards
Violin
Rita Eddowes
Rita Eddowes
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Songwriter
Dee Palmer
Dee Palmer
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Producer
Robin Black
Robin Black
Engineer

Lyrics

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, 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
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 threw away his looking-glass -
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
And saw his face in everyone
The minstrel in the gallery
Looked down upon the smiling faces
He met the gazes...
The minstrel in the gallery
Written by: Ian Anderson

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