Jeffrey Foucault (born January 1976 in Janesville, Wisconsin) is an American singer-songwriter grown out of the americana/folk troubadour tradition. Foucault's musical career was seeded at seventeen, when he began playing John Prine tunes on his father's beat up mail-order guitar, and spent long evenings in his bedroom, spinning piles of old records on a hand-me-down turntable. When he was 18 he stole a copy of Townes Van Zandt: Live and Obscure from a friend
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Verse 1 chords: Am There's no more room for angels to dance or even stand F Upon this pin entangled, bleeding sugar from our hands GAm Bleeding ashes from our feet, won't you help me count my sheep GAm Won't you help me count my sheep tonight
Verse 2: [use verse 1 chords] You make your heart a decoration, it's like a broken violin So carefully made empty, taking only silence in Taking saccharine to kill your pain, won't you help me stripping cane Won't you help me stripping cane tonight
Chorus 1 chords: D7Am Stripping cane for something sweet, stripping cane a man complete is born GAm His heart, something to hold both dark and light D7Am Stripping cane no tongue can tell, the silent ring of this empty bell GE7Am Won't you tell me fare thee well, fare thee well tonight
Verse 3: [use verse 1 chords] I've got nowhere to go now, I'm like a bird in an eclipse And the grammar of our bodies, breathing poems to our lips Breathing verses out of rhyme, won't you help me killing time Won't you help me killing time tonight
Verse 4: [use verse 1 chords] There's no more room for angels to dance or even stand Upon this pin entangled, bleeding sugar from our hands Bleeding ashes from our feet, won't you help me count my sheep Won't you help me count my sheep tonight Won't you help me count my sheep tonight Won't you help me