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Jethro Tull lyrics - Album: Minstrel in the Gallery [1975]
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<blockquote data-quote="Floyd" data-source="post: 449" data-attributes="member: 1"><p><strong>Minstrel in the Gallery</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the</p><p>Smiling faces.</p><p>He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between the</p><p>Old men's cackle.</p><p>He brewed a song of love and hatred --- oblique</p><p>Suggestions --- and he waited.</p><p>He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming</p><p>Panel-beaters --- freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters</p><p>(salaried and collar-scrubbing).</p><p>He titillated men-of-action --- belly warming, hands</p><p>Still rubbing on the parts they never mention.</p><p>He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating</p><p>One-line jokers --- t.v. documentary makers</p><p>(overfed and undertakers).</p><p>Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred</p><p>And women-haters.</p><p>Then he called the band down to the stage and he</p><p>Looked at all the friends he'd made.</p><p>The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the</p><p>Rabbit-run.</p><p>And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in</p><p>Everyone.</p><p><strong>Cold Wind to Valhalla</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>And ride with us young bonny lass ---</p><p>With the angels of the night.</p><p>Crack wind clatter --- flesh rein bite on an out-size</p><p>Unicorn.</p><p>Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a cold wind</p><p>To valhalla.</p><p>And join with us please --- valkyrie maidens cry</p><p>Above the cold wind to valhalla.</p><p>Break fast with the gods. night angels serve</p><p>With ice-bound majesty.</p><p>Frozen flaking fish raw nerve ---</p><p>In a cup of silver liquid fire.</p><p>Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve and light</p><p>The old valhalla.</p><p>Come join with us please --- valkyrie maidens cry</p><p>Above the cold wind to valhalla.</p><p>The heroes rest upon the sighs of thor's trusty</p><p>Hand maidens.</p><p>Midnight lonely whisper cries,</p><p>``we're getting a bit short on heroes lately.''</p><p>Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes in the</p><p>Desolation of valhalla.</p><p>And join with us please --- valkyrie maidens ride</p><p>Empty-handed on the cold wind to valhalla.</p><p><strong>Black Satin Dancer</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer.</p><p>In all your giving, given is the answer.</p><p>Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the</p><p>Brightest flower in my garden.</p><p>Begging your pardon --- shedding right unreason.</p><p>Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons.</p><p>Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin.</p><p>Bending the minutes --- the hours ever turning on that</p><p>Old gold story of mercy.</p><p>Desperate breathing. tongue nipple-teasing.</p><p>Your fast river flowing --- your northern fire fed.</p><p>Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bed.</p><p><strong>Requiem</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush and the</p><p>Wind blew it away.</p><p>And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly</p><p>At play --- velvet veined.</p><p>I saw it burn.</p><p>With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew</p><p>Right on by.</p><p>And, taking in the morning, I sang --- o requiem.</p><p>Well, my lady told me, ``stay.''</p><p>I looked aside and walked away along the strand.</p><p>But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred</p><p>Close behind the taxi stand.</p><p>Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window.</p><p>Fading in the traffic; watched her go.</p><p>And taking in the morning, heard myself singing ---</p><p>O requiem.</p><p>Here I go again.</p><p>It's the same old story.</p><p>Well, I saw a bird today --- I looked aside and walked</p><p>Away along the strand.</p><p><strong>One White Duck / Nothing at All</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.</p><p>And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a</p><p>tray.</p><p>And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,</p><p>as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck</p><p>on your wall.</p><p>Isn't it just too damn real?</p><p>I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow.</p><p>And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft</p><p>and low.</p><p>There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called.</p><p>You can see from the fireplace, one white duck</p><p>on your wall.</p><p>Isn't it just too damn real?</p><p>So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the</p><p>finger-tip ledge of contentment.</p><p>The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.</p><p>And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.</p><p></p><p>Something must be wrong with me and my brain ---</p><p>if I'm so patently unrewarding.</p><p>But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that</p><p>way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals</p><p>nothing at all.</p><p></p><p>There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.</p><p>I'm available for consultation,</p><p>But remember your way in is also my way out, and</p><p>love's four-letter word is no compensation.</p><p></p><p>Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on</p><p>skates --- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion.</p><p>Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays ---</p><p>to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday</p><p>lunch confusion.</p><p><strong>Grace</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Hello sun.</p><p>Hello bird.</p><p>Hello my lady.</p><p>Hello breakfast. may i</p><p>Buy you again tomorrow?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Floyd, post: 449, member: 1"] [B]Minstrel in the Gallery[/B] 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. [B]Cold Wind to Valhalla[/B] And ride with us young bonny lass --- With the angels of the night. Crack wind clatter --- flesh rein bite on an out-size Unicorn. Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a cold wind To valhalla. And join with us please --- valkyrie maidens cry Above the cold wind to valhalla. Break fast with the gods. night angels serve With ice-bound majesty. Frozen flaking fish raw nerve --- In a cup of silver liquid fire. Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve and light The old valhalla. Come join with us please --- valkyrie maidens cry Above the cold wind to valhalla. The heroes rest upon the sighs of thor's trusty Hand maidens. Midnight lonely whisper cries, ``we're getting a bit short on heroes lately.'' Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes in the Desolation of valhalla. And join with us please --- valkyrie maidens ride Empty-handed on the cold wind to valhalla. [B]Black Satin Dancer[/B] Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer. In all your giving, given is the answer. Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the Brightest flower in my garden. Begging your pardon --- shedding right unreason. Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons. Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin. Bending the minutes --- the hours ever turning on that Old gold story of mercy. Desperate breathing. tongue nipple-teasing. Your fast river flowing --- your northern fire fed. Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bed. [B]Requiem[/B] Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush and the Wind blew it away. And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly At play --- velvet veined. I saw it burn. With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew Right on by. And, taking in the morning, I sang --- o requiem. Well, my lady told me, ``stay.'' I looked aside and walked away along the strand. But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred Close behind the taxi stand. Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window. Fading in the traffic; watched her go. And taking in the morning, heard myself singing --- O requiem. Here I go again. It's the same old story. Well, I saw a bird today --- I looked aside and walked Away along the strand. [B]One White Duck / Nothing at All[/B] There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates --- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays --- to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion. [B]Grace[/B] Hello sun. Hello bird. Hello my lady. Hello breakfast. may i Buy you again tomorrow? [/QUOTE]
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