(My lord and lady, we have – fortuitously happened upon these, er, strolling players, who will provide you with, er, goodly tunes whilst you set about your, errr, prandial delights, albeit in the lamentable absence of your guests. So, my lord and lady, for your entertainment!)
The minstrel in the gallery
Looked down upon the smiling faces
Between the old men's cackle
He brewed a song of love and hatred
Oblique suggestions and he waited
He polarised 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 upon the smiling faces
In-between the old men's cackle
Then he brewed a song of love and hatred
Oblique suggestions, and he waited
He polarised the pumpkin-eaters
Static-humming panel-beaters
The minstrel in the gallery
Looked down on the rabbit-run
Then he 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, 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
Then he threw away his looking-glass
And saw his face in everyone
The minstrel in the gallery, yes
Looked down upon the smiling faces
He met the gazes, yeah
Mm, the minstrel in the gallery
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000](My lord and lady, we have – fortuitously happened upon these, er, strolling players, who will provide you with, er, goodly tunes whilst you set about your, errr, prandial delights, albeit in the lamentable absence of your guests. So, my lord and lady, for your entertainment!)
[00:07.531]['So we're going to through with this?' 'Yeahh, suppose we better had. I can't see down there all right. I don't think they're going to like this much though.']
[00:16.572]
[00:20.535]The minstrel in the gallery
[00:25.406]Looked down upon the smiling faces
[00:34.250]Between the old men's cackle
[00:38.244]He brewed a song of love and hatred
[00:44.517]Oblique suggestions and he waited
[00:50.372]He polarised the pumpkin-eaters
[00:55.579]Static-humming panel-beaters
[01:00.435]Freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
[01:05.757](Salaried and collar-scrubbing)
[01:10.107]He titillated men of action
[01:15.904]Belly warming, hands still rubbing
[01:20.459]On the parts they never mention
[01:25.591]He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
[01:32.945]One-line jokers, T.V. documentary makers
[01:42.287](Overfed and undertakers)
[01:46.817]Sunday paper backgammon players
[01:52.141]Family-scarred and women-haters
[01:56.177]Then he called the band down to the stage
[02:00.396]And he looked at all the friends he'd made
[02:13.934]
[04:39.548]The minstrel in the gallery
[04:44.168]Looked down upon the smiling faces
[04:54.047]In-between the old men's cackle
[04:58.452]Then he brewed a song of love and hatred
[05:03.392]Oblique suggestions, and he waited
[05:07.848]He polarised the pumpkin-eaters
[05:12.507]Static-humming panel-beaters
[05:18.397]The minstrel in the gallery
[05:22.661]Looked down on the rabbit-run
[05:27.799]Then he threw away his looking-glass
[05:32.246]Saw his face in everyone
[05:40.061]He titillated men of action
[05:44.821]Belly warming, hands still rubbing
[05:49.506]On the parts they never mention
[05:54.017](Salaried and collar-scrubbing)
[06:00.347]
[06:17.457]He pacified the nappy-suffering, Infant-bleating
[06:23.719]One-line jokers, T.V. documentary makers
[06:32.080](Overfed and undertakers)
[06:36.747]Sunday paper backgammon players
[06:41.476]Family-scarred and women-haters
[06:45.848]Then he called the band down to the stage
[06:50.541]And he looked at all the friends he'd made
[06:56.623]The minstrel in the gallery
[07:00.905]Looked down on the rabbit-run
[07:05.849]Then he threw away his looking-glass
[07:10.321]And saw his face in everyone
[07:14.827]
[07:23.580]The minstrel in the gallery, yes
[07:33.124]Looked down upon the smiling faces
[07:42.775]He met the gazes, yeah
[07:51.173]Mm, the minstrel in the gallery
(My lord and lady, we have – fortuitously happened upon these, er, strolling players, who will provide you with, er, goodly tunes whilst you set about your, errr, prandial delights, albeit in the lamentable absence of your guests. So, my lord and lady, for your entertainment!)
The minstrel in the gallery
Looked down upon the smiling faces
Between the old men's cackle
He brewed a song of love and hatred
Oblique suggestions and he waited
He polarised 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 upon the smiling faces
In-between the old men's cackle
Then he brewed a song of love and hatred
Oblique suggestions, and he waited
He polarised the pumpkin-eaters
Static-humming panel-beaters
The minstrel in the gallery
Looked down on the rabbit-run
Then he 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, 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
Then he threw away his looking-glass
And saw his face in everyone
The minstrel in the gallery, yes
Looked down upon the smiling faces
He met the gazes, yeah
Mm, the minstrel in the gallery
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000](My lord and lady, we have – fortuitously happened upon these, er, strolling players, who will provide you with, er, goodly tunes whilst you set about your, errr, prandial delights, albeit in the lamentable absence of your guests. So, my lord and lady, for your entertainment!)
[00:07.531]['So we're going to through with this?' 'Yeahh, suppose we better had. I can't see down there all right. I don't think they're going to like this much though.']
[00:16.572]
[00:20.535]The minstrel in the gallery
[00:25.406]Looked down upon the smiling faces
[00:34.250]Between the old men's cackle
[00:38.244]He brewed a song of love and hatred
[00:44.517]Oblique suggestions and he waited
[00:50.372]He polarised the pumpkin-eaters
[00:55.579]Static-humming panel-beaters
[01:00.435]Freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
[01:05.757](Salaried and collar-scrubbing)
[01:10.107]He titillated men of action
[01:15.904]Belly warming, hands still rubbing
[01:20.459]On the parts they never mention
[01:25.591]He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
[01:32.945]One-line jokers, T.V. documentary makers
[01:42.287](Overfed and undertakers)
[01:46.817]Sunday paper backgammon players
[01:52.141]Family-scarred and women-haters
[01:56.177]Then he called the band down to the stage
[02:00.396]And he looked at all the friends he'd made
[02:13.934]
[04:39.548]The minstrel in the gallery
[04:44.168]Looked down upon the smiling faces
[04:54.047]In-between the old men's cackle
[04:58.452]Then he brewed a song of love and hatred
[05:03.392]Oblique suggestions, and he waited
[05:07.848]He polarised the pumpkin-eaters
[05:12.507]Static-humming panel-beaters
[05:18.397]The minstrel in the gallery
[05:22.661]Looked down on the rabbit-run
[05:27.799]Then he threw away his looking-glass
[05:32.246]Saw his face in everyone
[05:40.061]He titillated men of action
[05:44.821]Belly warming, hands still rubbing
[05:49.506]On the parts they never mention
[05:54.017](Salaried and collar-scrubbing)
[06:00.347]
[06:17.457]He pacified the nappy-suffering, Infant-bleating
[06:23.719]One-line jokers, T.V. documentary makers
[06:32.080](Overfed and undertakers)
[06:36.747]Sunday paper backgammon players
[06:41.476]Family-scarred and women-haters
[06:45.848]Then he called the band down to the stage
[06:50.541]And he looked at all the friends he'd made
[06:56.623]The minstrel in the gallery
[07:00.905]Looked down on the rabbit-run
[07:05.849]Then he threw away his looking-glass
[07:10.321]And saw his face in everyone
[07:14.827]
[07:23.580]The minstrel in the gallery, yes
[07:33.124]Looked down upon the smiling faces
[07:42.775]He met the gazes, yeah
[07:51.173]Mm, the minstrel in the gallery
Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
Gonna give away my car,
I'd take you along with me,
But you would not go so far,
Don't see what I do not want to see,
You ...
I'll take you down to that bright city mile
There to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile
That will show all of the pleasures and none of the p...
When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
Well, don't you fret,...
Have you seen the '
Jack In The
Green'?With his long tail hanging down
He quietly sits under every tree
In the folds of his velvet gown
He drinks from...
When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
Well, don't you fret,...
Flying so high
Trying to remember
How many cigarettes did I bring along?
When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab
Driving through London town
To cry yo...
What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get u...
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and,
you make all yo...