Jeff Buckley - Faith Salons
In The Faith Salons They Do Your Nails For Fifteen Dimes A Bottle, Where In The Faith Salons The Deals Are Struck, Making Heroes Out Of Dust And Clay. Someone In The Darkness Waits For Your Arrival. 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. Her Robes Were Purple Velvet Feeling Like The King Of Cairo. Tired Of Second Chances And Singles Dances. Prisoners To Fools And Slaves To Paper Gods. In The Faith Salons.... Beguiled By Belligerence Learned From The Dancing Masters. The Child On The Train Was A Mimic Mime Of Babble. The Books Of Massacres And Natural Disasters, 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.... Peace Is A Distant Mirage Where The Only Truth Is The Path And Chance The Only Landmark In The Desert. She'd Appear Like A Belligerent 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 Rain, Of Dust. Sleeping In Doorways. Underneath The Falling Frescoes, She'd Say, It's Your Pain. In The Faith Salons....
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