One of my favorite songs is called “To build a house” by Lincoln, an
incredibly little know band that only put out one album in 1997. Until
today I wasn’t too sure what it meant because I had never known
someone who actually had built their own home. The lyrics may speak
for themselves, but only if you know the language they are written in:

Brick and mortar, pound a penny nail
Lime, too, water use a shoveling pail
Crowbar, level, turn a drywall screw
It’s a piece of cake if you know what to do

A roll of tar paper and a mason’s bit
A bucket of spackel and a little spit
Plum bob steady pour some carpenter’s glue
It’s as easy as pie if you know what to do
An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay
You’re bound to get dirty when you’re making hay

Under one roof with your children and spouse
It’s a labor of love when you’re build a house
Under one roof with your children and spouse
It’s a labor of love when you’re build a house

Chalk line powder and a saber tooth saw
Number five pencil and a hammer claw
A ten-foot ladder of of four-by-twoIt’s as easy as one, two, three to do
An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay
You’re bound to get dirty when you’re making hay

Under one roof with your children and spouse
It’s a labor of love when you’re build a house
Under one roof with your children and spouse
It’s a labor of love when you’re build a house.

One day I will know what those words mean, becuase as I look around
everything is perfect, in both its placement and purpose. The rooms
mean something, as in they are meant for someone. The cutout on the
second floor leading to the blue room is something only a house’s
creator could know.

I want to build a house, even if I have no design skills or
woodworking knowledge. I want to build a house for my family because I
know it is what they deserve.

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