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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
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From "Further Adventures Of".

Transcribed by John Kean.


INTRO:
     Em7      Dadd4/E           D/E      A/E
 4/4 ,  .  ,  .  ,  .  ,  .     ,  .  ,  .  ,  .  ,  . (x4)
||---------------------------|---------------------------||
||---------8--7--------7-----|--------3--2--------2------||
||*--------7--7--------7-----|--------2--2--------2-----*||
||*--------9--7--------7-----|--------4--2--------2-----*||
||-----10----------10----10--|-----5-----------4-----5---||
||---0-----------------------|--0------------------------||


VERSE 1:
Am                    Em          D/F#         Em11
 At the feast of fools humour can sometimes be cruel
Am                           Em           D/F#       Em11
 But under certain conditions you have to forget the rules
Am                    Em     D/F#      Em11
 At the feast of fools everybody has a voice
Am                        Em         D/F#      Em11
 Nobody goes to the bottom except by their own choice


CHORUS 1:
Bm
 It's time for the silent criers
                 Em7  Dadd4/E  D/E  A/E
   to be held in love
Bm
 It's time for the ones who dig graves for them
                     Em7  Dadd4/E  D/E  A/E
   to get that final shove
Bm
 It's time for the horizons of the universe to be glimpsed
                 Em7            Dadd4/E  D/E  A/E
   even by the faceless kings of corporations
Bm
 It's time for chaos to win and walk off with the prize
               Em7       Dadd4/E  D/E  A/E
   which turns out to be nothing
                 Em7  Dadd4/E  D/E  A/E
 I fooled you, I fooled you...
Em7  Dadd4/E  D/E  A/E    Em7  Dadd4/E  D/E  A/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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 John Kean
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