Lyrics Minstrel In The Gallery

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