I did everything you said
I did everything I could
You showed me all your soul
It was the opposite of good
And a picture window showed
The soap opera tableau
A kid against the wall
A wife under a bowl
Of all the food you threw
The stuff that burns and stings
The milder sauces too
When we ate milder things
And the single malt could amplify
The tack piano’s chords
Play a plagal cadence now
The church chord for the lord
He looks upon this house
With disinterested sighs
He made this family too
We never ask him why
And yes he made us all
Little ones with little cries
There must have been a plan
There must have been a why
(from the 2026 album Fire Regime by Salon de la Guerre)
Beauty is Imperfection 