Bruce Cockburn - Feast of Fools lyrics
[Bruce Cockburn - Feast of Fools lyrics]
At the feast of fools
Humour can sometimes be cruel
But under certain conditions
You have to forget the rules
At the feast of fools everybody has a voice
Nobody goes to the bottom
Except by their own choice
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 nothing
I fooled you, fooled you
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 is a diamond wind
Flowering in the darkest night
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
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
Humour can sometimes be cruel
But under certain conditions
You have to forget the rules
At the feast of fools everybody has a voice
Nobody goes to the bottom
Except by their own choice
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 nothing
I fooled you, fooled you
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 is a diamond wind
Flowering in the darkest night
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
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