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In the House of Stone and Light

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
— William Wordsworth

O Mount Kailas, uncover me;
come my restoration, wash my body clean
I’ve been walking along a crooked path
where the walls have fallen and broken me in half

I’m telling you, I will not rest till I lay down my head
I’m gonna go in the house of stone and light
I shall not cry for the blind man I leave behind
when I go in the house of stone and light,
in the house of stone and light

Holy Lady, show me my soul;
tell me of that place where I must surely go
Old man waiting at the gates for me,
give me the wisdom, give me the key

I’m telling you, I will not rest till I lay down my head
In the house of stone and light
I’ll make my way, O gonna be such a beautiful day
In the house of stone and light
In the house of stone and light….

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  • JoeDaddy April 10, 2018, 5:29 PM

    SHWEEEEET!

  • Patvann April 10, 2018, 5:34 PM

    None of you ( My treasured friends) have any idea how loud this song can actually get, and how much better it gets with each clean decibel.

    My Gawd I wish you were all here…..

  • Patvann April 10, 2018, 5:56 PM

    10 giant Klipsch speakers, 9 channels, and over 1400 watts of Adcom Amplifiers is what’s at hand.
    Or fists, as the case may be.

    My drywall screws forgive you, Gerard.

    Thankyougverymuch.

  • vanderleun April 11, 2018, 9:48 AM

    I unhinge my walls as well.