Proverbs 9 - Wisdom built her house

[Hypnotic Guitar Intro]
[Vocal: Low Contralto, Chest Voice, Low Octave]
[Deep, husky, smoky, sung an octave down]
[Verse - intimate, spoken-like]

Wisdom built her house and cut seven pillars for it.
She butchered the meat, poured the wine, and set the table.
She sent her servant-girls out, calling from the heights of the city,

[Verse - low and intimate, chest voice]
[Chorus - powerful low alto belt, not high]
[Pre-Chorus - building]
“You there, if you’re drifting, come in. If you’re short on sense, step this way.
Eat my bread. Drink the wine I’ve already poured.
Drop your simple habits and take the road that actually goes somewhere.
If you try to correct a mocker, you wear the bruise yourself.
Call out a cynic and you’ll walk away marked.
Don’t bother a scorner; he’ll just turn on you.
Correct someone wise, and they’ll love you for it.
Give a wise person more, and they’ll keep growing.
Teach the fair-minded, and they’ll take it in.
[Verse - low and intimate, chest voice]
[Chorus - powerful low alto belt, not high]
[Chorus - anthemic, repeating "wisdom is respect for Yahweh" hook]
The start of wisdom is respect for Yahweh
Knowing the sacred is what gives understanding.
With me, your days get longer; your years won’t get cut short.
If you become wise, it’s for your own good.
If you scoff, you’re the one who carries it.

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse - low and intimate, chest voice]
[Chorus - powerful low alto belt, not high]
[Big Final Chorus with layered harmonies]
Then there’s the loud woman, all talk and no clue.
She sits in the doorway of her house, high up where everyone can see,
Calling out to people walking straight by:
Whoever's easy to fool, come here.
If you’re short on sense, this one’s for you - saying to him:
Stolen water tastes better, and sneaking bread feels sharper.
But he doesn’t know the guests there are dead,
and the ones she’s inviting are already in the deepest pit.”
[Verse - low and intimate, chest voice]
[Chorus - powerful low alto belt, not high]
[Outro]
Wisdom built her house and cut seven pillars for it..

[Fade on guitar riff]

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[Hypnotic Guitar Intro] [Vocal: Low Contralto, Chest Voice, Low Octave] [Deep, husky, smoky, sung an octave down] [Verse - intimate, spoken-like] Wisdom built her house and cut seven pillars for it. She butchered the meat, poured the wine, and set the table. She sent her servant-girls out, calling from the heights of the city, [Verse - low and intimate, chest voice] [Chorus - powerful low alto belt, not high] [Pre-Chorus - building] “You there, if you’re drifting, come in. If you’re short on sense, step this way. Eat my bread. Drink the wine I’ve already poured. Drop your simple habits and take the road that actually goes somewhere. If you try to correct a mocker, you wear the bruise yourself. Call out a cynic and you’ll walk away marked. Don’t bother a scorner; he’ll just turn on you. Correct someone wise, and they’ll love you for it. Give a wise person more, and they’ll keep growing. Teach the fair-minded, and they’ll take it in. [Verse - low and intimate, chest voice] [Chorus - powerful low alto belt, not high] [Chorus - anthemic, repeating "wisdom is respect for Yahweh" hook] The start of wisdom is respect for Yahweh Knowing the sacred is what gives understanding. With me, your days get longer; your years won’t get cut short. If you become wise, it’s for your own good. If you scoff, you’re the one who carries it. [Guitar Solo] [Verse - low and intimate, chest voice] [Chorus - powerful low alto belt, not high] [Big Final Chorus with layered harmonies] Then there’s the loud woman, all talk and no clue. She sits in the doorway of her house, high up where everyone can see, Calling out to people walking straight by: Whoever's easy to fool, come here. If you’re short on sense, this one’s for you - saying to him: Stolen water tastes better, and sneaking bread feels sharper. But he doesn’t know the guests there are dead, and the ones she’s inviting are already in the deepest pit.” [Verse - low and intimate, chest voice] [Chorus - powerful low alto belt, not high] [Outro] Wisdom built her house and cut seven pillars for it.. [Fade on guitar riff]

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