(Brenda Kahn/Jeff Buckley)
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From the 1994 Brenda Kahn promotional EP King of Cairo and the 1996 Brenda Kahn album Destination Anywhere.
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In the faith salons they do your nails for fifteen dimes a bottle, where
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someone in the darkness waits for your arrival. In the Faith Salons the
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deals are struck, making heroes out of dust and clay. The man gives you
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sixty seconds on the dollar, and walks away. In the middle of your book
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of ages you write your dreams down to the letter. Tired of second
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chances and singles dances. Her robes were purple velvet feeling like
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the king of Cairo. Prisoners to fools and slaves to paper gods. In the
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faith salons....The books of massacres and natural disasters, beguiled by
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belligerence learned from the dancing masters. The child on the train
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was a mimic mime of babble. The mother knitted sweaters that the child
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would unravel. In the faith salons....They have medicines for madness,
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madness caused by drugs, something for your headache and a spray to kill
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the bugs. You walk the catwalk of polyphony, And your charades of
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destiny. To whose myth of creation will you finally fall upon your knees
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and cry for forgiveness denied. In the faith salons....She'd appear like
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a belligerrent ghost in my dreams, in my living room, all torn apart and
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blue, where the ribbons flew and the sky tore like a sheet of rain, of
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dust. Peace is a distant mirage where the only truth is the path and
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chance the only landmark in the desert. Sleeping in doorways.
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Underneath the falling frescoes, She'd say, It's your pain. In the faith
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salons....
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Faith Salons
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Jeff Buckley |