Driving through Texas with the television on

Brenda Kahn - Faith Salons

in collaborazione con Jeff Buckley, ascolta i primi due minuti

(da King of Cairo EP [1994] e Destination Anywhere [1996])

In the faith salons they do your nails for fifteen dimes a bottle

where someone in the darkness waits for your arrival

In the Faith Salons the deals are struck

making heroes out of dust and clay

The man gives you sixty seconds on the dollar

and walks away. In the middle of your book
of ages you write your dreams down to the letter

Tired of second chances and singles dances

Her robes were purple velvet feeling like the king of Cairo

Prisoners to fools and slaves to paper gods

In the faith salons

The books of massacres and natural disasters,

beguiled by belligerence learned from the dancing masters

The child on the train was a mimic mime of babble

The mother knitted sweaters that the child would unravel

In the faith salons

They have medicines for madness,
madness caused by drugs,

something for your headache and a spray to kill the bugs

You walk the catwalk of polyphony

And your charades of destiny

To whose myth of creation will you finally fall upon your knees
and cry for forgiveness denied

In the faith salons

She'd appear like a belligerrent ghost in my dreams

in my living room, all torn apart and blue

where the ribbons flew and the sky tore like a sheet of rainof dust

Peace is a distant mirage where the only truth is the path and
chance the only landmark in the desert

Sleeping in doorways
Underneath the falling frescoes

She'd say

It's your pain

 In the faith salons