Beauty is Imperfection

He learned that history’s inevitable
But he learned it from a vegetable
When the clock had stroked its inescapable sum
He looked out the window
His revolution didn’t come

And he crawled upon a desert floor
In search of what became a shore
So sure not sure of what he’d done
For a struggle that would never come

And he crawled upon a desert floor
In search of what became a shore
So sure not sure of what he’d done
For a struggle that would never come

And he questioned theories of violence
To start the tune to which his history danced
And he wondered if the blood would run
In the rays of an indifferent sun

He’s drunk on the inevitable
And makes life inhospitable
And makes life so intractable
A life so inexactable

(From the 2026 album Fire Regime by Salon de la Guerre. Music and lyrics by Eric Randolph Rasmussen.)