Minstrel in the Gallery
Jethro Tull Lyrics


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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 threw away his looking-glass
Saw his face in everyone

Hey, he titillated the men-of-action
Belly warming, hands still rubbing
On the parts that they never mention
Salaried and collar-scrubbing

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
I looked down on the rabbit-run
And threw away his looking-glass
And saw his face in everyone

Hey

The minstrel in the gallery




Looked down upon the smiling faces
Met the gazes

Overall Meaning

The song "Minstrel in the Gallery" by Jethro Tull tells the story of a minstrel who observes the people around him with a mix of love and hatred. He polarizes the "pumpkin-eaters" and "panel-beaters" while titillating the "men-of-action" and pacifying the "nappy-suffering" and "infant-bleating." He even calls out the "women-haters" and "T.V. documentary makers." The minstrel in the gallery seems to be an observer of society, commenting on the different types of people who make up the world around him. He throws away his looking-glass to see himself in others, recognizing that he is not above or separate from the people he sings about.


Line by Line Meaning

The minstrel in the gallery
The performer singing his song on stage


Looked down upon the smiling faces
He saw the crowd below him, content and smiling


He met the gazes observed the spaces
He made eye contact with his audience, scanning the spaces between them


In between the old men's cackle
He found humor in the laughter of older men


And he brewed a song of love and hatred
He composed a song about opposing emotions


Oblique suggestions and he waited
He hinted at his message indirectly, waiting to see the reaction


He polarized the pumpkin-eaters
He caused a division among the close-minded individuals


Static-humming panel-beaters
He criticized those who blindly follow a mundane routine


Looked down on the rabbit-run
He saw a society that blindly follows the masses


And threw away his looking-glass
He rejected the idea of reflecting his views onto others


Saw his face in everyone
He realized that we're all the same, with similar issues


He titillated the men-of-action
He aroused the men who strive for action and success


Belly warming, hands still rubbing
He knew that they are seeking success to fill their personal desires


On the parts that they never mention
He knows that these men have secrets and insecurities they don't share


Salaried and collar-scrubbing
He highlighted the mundane life of the working class


He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating, one-line jokers
He soothed those who complain about trivial things, distracting from real issues


T.V. documentary makers, overfed and undertakers
He criticized those who over-indulge in entertainment, instead of facing the harsh reality


Sunday paper backgammon players
He saw those who waste their time on frivolous activities


Family-scarred and women-haters
He noticed those who have personal grudges and prejudices


Then he called the band down to the stage
He included his fellow musicians to further emphasize his message


And he looked at all the friends he'd made
He realized he made a connection with his listeners


The minstrel in the gallery
The performer singing his song on stage


I looked down on the rabbit-run
He saw a society that blindly follows the masses


And threw away his looking-glass
He rejected the idea of reflecting his views onto others


And saw his face in everyone
He realized that we're all the same, with similar issues




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Written by: IAN ANDERSON, MARTIN BARRE

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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
The minstrel gathered
The minstrel in the gallery



All comments from YouTube:

@joeh2690

That this band is not in the "Rock and Roll Hall of Fame" is proof to me that the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is not entirely legit. Ian Anderson is beyond words brilliant! Period. Genius. Absolutely fantastic Musician, artist, lyricist. Wow... Just Wow.

@phillipcraig6657

Jann Wenner hates Ian Anderson for whatever reason. That's why Tull will never be in the RR Hall of Fame. Who cares?

@treasurefreakofficial

They must still be salty about how Crest of a Knave beat out Metallica for the best hard rock/ metal performance grammy back in '89.

@thedanielfamily1595

BUT, Hank Williams and Aretha Franklin ARE! Something doesn’t have that Fresh Outdoorsy Scent!

@revolvermaster4939

FACT!

@Innerspace100

The Rock'n'Roll Hall of Fame is a joke! Donna Summer, a disco singer, got in years(!) before Deep Purple did, for example... Blackmore didn't even bother to turn up once they were admitted... That should tell you all you need to know about Jan Wenner's Hall of Fame!

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@jaimep8481

I'm 59 and this song still blows my mind. Brings me right back to my cousins bedroom after sneaking into the attic for a few hits. I still remember each and every word. Damn,,,I'm so happy to have grown up in the 70's. BAM!!

@dotany62

Moi aussi mon pote dans une banlieue parisienne dans les années 60/70😂👍🏻😉

@penelopehodge-vx8wm

Me too. We had the best music back in the day. ❤

@brianbruce8398

Insanely brilliant- so many transitions- could have been 2 or 3 seperate songs. They need to be in The Rock Roll Hall Of Fame.

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