SONGS:
-- Feast Of Fools --
6 November 1977. Burritt's Rapids.


Found on:

Further Adventures Of (1978) & (2002)
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

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.



Known comments by Bruce Cockburn about this song, by date:

  • Editor's Note: This old song was brought out from the archives for the tour following the release of Cockburn's September 1999 album, Breakfast In New Orleans, Dinner In Timbuktu.


  • 15 February 2000

    "He said the song was inspired by a event that happened in the Middle Ages in Northern Europe called the "Feast of Fools" where the social order was allowed to be reversed, at least for the day. The village idiot or the least fortunate member of the village was paraded around with a fake crown on his head, and pelted with cabbages and less edible projectiles (my polite rephrasing of Bruce's actual noun) and everyone could tell the King where to go (also my polite rephrasing) without getting impaled on a stake. The aristocracy probably hid out for the day, but they tolerated this safety valve because they knew it was necessary. It was also a way of dealing with things without anyone getting killed. The song ends on a note of hope, after all. He wrote the song in [1977] but he said it now seemed relevant again, and in a way that it wasn't when he first wrote it. Bruce said several times that we are going from this age of "neo-liberalism" to this age of "neo-feudalism" with respect to the world economic order. When he said that it worth looking at what happened in the Middle Ages, where they had that same kind of social structure."

    - Reported by Audrey Pearson on Humans, 15 February 2000.


  • 1 March 2000

    Introducing the song at his March 1 concert at the Fitzgerald Theater in St. Paul, Bruce said that he decided to play it again after many years because he feels its message still rings true "as we've gone from neo-conservatism to neo-liberalism to neo-feudalism." He also said "it's about turning things upside down...in the Biblical sense." [Editor adds: At an earlier gig in Tucson, BC cited the "the meek will inherit the earth" verse from the Bible.]

    - Submitted by Dave Hedenstrom


  • 25 March 2000

    [After mentioning the inspiration for the song] "I actually got a glimpse of something that may have resembled the Feast of Fools without the election [of the King of the Fools] part.

    It happened a few years ago when we played a festival in Denmark during the summer in the midnight sun. The midnight sun in Denmark is not exactly blazing in the sky, but it never really gets dark; it just gets to be this mysterious twilight for several hours.

    This was a festival in sort of an extremely large walled enclosure containing about ninety thousand people. And ninety thousand people parading about over the same piece of grass for days produced lots of mud, and there was nowhere to go and everybody was really, really drunk. Ninety thousand really, really, really drunk people urinating in the mud and having sex in the same mud. It was remarkable.

    I suspect the Feast of Fools probably looked a little bit like that without such numbers. But along with all the mud, drunkenness and everything else, in the image of "Feast of Fools" there's something that resonates with the meek inheriting the Earth and those kinds of concepts--something deep and spiritual--and it's in that light or at least from that place that the song came."

    - from a live performance at Massey Hall, Toronto, Canada; 25 March 2000. Submitted by David Macklin



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