A mansion is a very large dwelling house. U.S. real estate brokers define a mansion as a dwelling of over 8,000 square feet (740 m2). A traditional European mansion was defined as a house which contained a ballroom and many bedrooms. Today, however, there is no formal definition beyond being a large and well-appointed house.
The word itself derives (through Old French) from the Latin word mansiō ("act of remaining or staying", a verbal noun from manere "to remain" or "to stay".) In the Roman Empire, a mansio was an official stopping place on a Roman road, or via, where cities sprang up, and where the villas of provincial officials came to be placed. The Scots word "manse" originally defined a property large enough for the Minister of the parish to maintain himself, but a mansion is no longer self-sustaining in this way (compare a Roman or medieval villa). 'Manor' comes from the same root — territorial holdings granted to a lord who would remain there — hence it can be seen how the word 'Mansion' came to have its meaning.
Hugh Marston "Hef" Hefner (born April 9, 1926) is an American magazine publisher, founder and Chief Creative Officer of Playboy Enterprises.
Hefner was born in Chicago, Illinois, being the elder of two sons born to Grace Caroline (née Swanson; 1895–1997) and Glenn Lucius Hefner (1896–1976), both teachers. Hefner's mother was of Swedish descent and his father had German and English ancestry. On his father's side, Hefner is a direct descendant of Plymouth governor William Bradford. He has described his family as "conservative, Midwest, Methodist." He went to Sayre Elementary School and Steinmetz High School, then served as a writer for a military newspaper in the U.S. Army from 1944 to 1946. He later graduated from the University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign with a B.A. in psychology with a double minor in creative writing and art in 1949, earning his degree in two and a half years. After graduation, he took a semester of graduate courses in sociology at Northwestern University but dropped out soon after.
I, I, I wanna go back to my mansion
Not the one in Cleavland, the one in the Hamptons
You can take the Lambo, We takin' the Phantom
My girl got some friends, she said she want me to grab em
Yeah, I keep that new Porsche prancin'
Where the hoes at, and why they not dancin'?
I had an asthma attack in that trailer
Down south where I was at and I had to wake up gaspin'
Matter of fact, I ain't wake up for a few days
IV's, had them mothafuckas in two veins
And momma ain't know what to do
Baby boy laid out on the couch not breathin'
Momma start screamin'
But when she dialed Nine-Eleven
She just heard the tone
Cause' we was in a small town called (Idea?)
Where people had to call on god for the heal
Meanwhile, here I am, half dead on the couch
Momma ran out, bangin' on everybody's house
But less than a minute later, momma was back
With T, he had a truck, tossed me off in the back
But if momma ain't wake up
Then I wouldn't have woke up
And Cleavland wouldn't have had a reason to have its hope up
Slip in the coma right back to my fantasy
Back to all the beautiful bitches attacking me
Sippin' them dacharies, couple of hoes fannin' me
And two bitches laid out butt naked up on the canopy
Back to them Lamborghinis and the Bugattis
And enough of that Benihana's bet I can do karate
And, back to my mansion like you promised me
I'mma see my grandma, and she proud me
Im on the streets of gold, you can't stop me
Please doctor, don't shock me
I dont wanna
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There is a mansion in Heaven
Where the King of Glory dwells
There is a banqueting table
The Father and His son have prepared
Where angels bow
And elders throw their crowns
All the beasts of the field
And the birds of the air will shout
Fill this house with Your glory my Lord
Fill this place with Your praise
Fill this house with Your presence
Ancient of days
There is a mansion in heaven
Where the King of Glory dwells
I come to the banqueting table
The Father and His son have prepared
And I bow down
And I throw down my crown
With the beasts of the field
And the birds of the air I will shout
Fill my (our) life with Your glory my Lord
Fill my (our) heart with Your love
Fill my (our) soul with Your presence
At dawn I walked across my front lawn
humming some bloodying, nordic song
it was raked and cut and comforting
to comfort I said so long
i stole my girl from her backyard
we jumped on a train
(anacostia, va)
to greyhound across the united states
we set off in hope of changing our lives
but settled instead on holiday inn, riverside
i woke up in the morning all alone
I walked down to the lobby and found her on the phone
"david" she said "I miss you I'm coming home"
I pulled her by the arm, she grabbed me by the throat
i went to the room and threw all her things
off the 17th floor balcony and set out...
we set off in hope of changing our lives
So you're the man with the mansion
On the hill like the fool you have built
But they say you're of wisdom
With your words you're careful what you spill
And you open wide all your doors at night
And let the people through
And you tell them of an eventful life
And every word is every word is right
But very rarely true
In our minds there are mansions
Just like yours that won't mean that much to you
And we all see the answers
But like you they will never be fulfilled
In the past you'll find you had once denied
The very thing you do
And you cannot see that throughout your life
Everything was everything was right
So you open wide all your doors at night
And let the moonlight through
And you contemplate on your varied life
And every thought is every thought is right
But very rarely true