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Verse 1
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces
He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle
Then he brewed a song of love and hatred obliquesuggestions
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.
Verse 2
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 helooked 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.
The minstrel in the gallery yea yes
Looked down upon the smiling faces