Bruce Cockburn (pronounced "CO-burn") (born May 27, 1945 in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada) has had a long and distinguished career, with much success in his native Canada. He has written songs in styles ranging from folk to jazz-influenced rock to rock and roll. Cockburn was inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame in 2001. In 2012 he received the Queen Elizabeth II Diamond Jubilee Medal (in Canada the award was to honour "significant contributions and achievements by Canadians").
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From: "Kean, John" Subject: CRD: Feast of Fools - Bruce Cockburn Date: Wed, 11 Mar 1998 09:00:26 +1300
Feast of Fools - Bruce Cockburn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >From "Further Adventures Of".
VERSE 1: AmEmD/F# Em11 At the feast of fools humour can sometimes be cruel AmEmD/F# Em11 But under certain conditions you have to forget the rules AmEmD/F# Em11 At the feast of fools everybody has a voice AmEmD/F# Em11 Nobody goes to the bottom except by their own choice
CHORUS 1: Bm It's time for the silent criers Em7 Dadd4/ED/EA/E to be held in love Bm It's time for the ones who dig graves for them Em7 Dadd4/ED/EA/E to get that final shove Bm It's time for the horizons of the universe to be glimpsed Em7 Dadd4/ED/EA/E even by the faceless kings of corporations Bm It's time for chaos to win and walk off with the prize Em7 Dadd4/ED/EA/E which turns out to be nothing Em7 Dadd4/ED/EA/E I fooled you, I fooled you... Em7 Dadd4/ED/EA/EEm7 Dadd4/ED/EA/E
VERSE 2: At the feast of fools outlaws can all come home You can wear any disguise you want but you'll be naked past the bone At the feast of fools people's hands weave light There's a diamond wind flowering in the darkest night
CHORUS 2: It's time for the silent criers to be held in love It's time for the ones who dig graves for them to get that final shove It's time for the horizons of the universe to be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations It's time for chaos to win and walk off with the prize which turns out to be a big fat nothing
SOLO: (chords as for verses, x2)
CHORUS 3: (finish with an Em11 chord) It's time for the singers of songs without hope to take a hard look and start from scratch again It's time for these headlights racing against inescapable dark to be just forgotten It's time for Harlequin to leap out of the future into the midst of a world of dancers It's time for us all to stand hushed in the cathedral of silence waiting at the river's end Waiting at the river's end
CHORD VOICINGS: Em7 0(10)978x Dadd4/E 0(10)777x D/E 05423x A/E 04222x Am x02210 Em 022000 D/F# 20023x Em11 02403x Bm 799777
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