How I built my painting studio and lived to tell the tale
An adventure in lay architecture
21 October 2007
Prologue
Everything lasts just a little while
the blink of an eye, the length of a smile
all things come and all things go
some more quickly and some more slow
Fire burns up and water pours down
cold contracts, the wind blows around
earthquakes shake the entire ground
buildings go up and buildings fall down
So we begin
begin again
Big ideas and detailed plans
faith and cash in heart and hand
wood and metal and glass and slate
glue and plaster, paper and paint
Raise the roof, hammer in nails
wash it up clean with water from a pail
make it last for a hundred years
we'll be gone but someone will be here
Build it for good
build it for good
Protection from the rain
the crowd, the unknown
a root to heal the pain
just a place to go
Empty yet, the rooms are filled
with something waiting, latent still
the soul of a building, the power of a place
style expressed through light and grace
It's simple, really, a common need
origin, refuge, source, retreat
comfort and love at the end of a day
May everyone have a home someday
Shelter for All from Ephemera
©1996 Suzanne McDermott/Drexel Road Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved
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