The House of Guise was a French ducal family, partly responsible for the French Wars of Religion.
The Guises were Catholic, and Henry Guise wanted to end growing Calvinist influence. The assassination of Guise heightened passions and inspired Catholic attacks on Huguenots and their culture.
The House of Guise was founded as a cadet branch of the House of Lorraine by Claude of Lorraine, first Duke of Guise (1496–1550), who entered French service and was made a duke by King Francis I. The family's high rank was due not to possession of the Guise dukedom but to their membership in a sovereign dynasty, which procured for them the rank of prince étranger at the royal court of France. Claude's daughter, Mary of Guise (1515–1560), married King James V of Scotland and was mother of Mary, Queen of Scots. Claude's eldest son, Francis, became a military hero thanks to his capture of Calais from the English in 1558, while another son, Charles became Archbishop of Reims and a Cardinal in the Catholic Church.
Coordinates: 49°54′03″N 3°37′42″E / 49.9008°N 3.6283°E / 49.9008; 3.6283
Guise is a commune in the Aisne department in Picardy in northern France.
The ruins of the medieval castle of Guise, seat of the Dukes of Guise, are located in the commune.
Guise is the agricultural centre of the northern area of Aisne.
Guise was the birthplace of Camille Desmoulins (1760–1794), a journalist and politician who played an important part in the French Revolution.
Over a period of 20 years, beginning about 1856, Jean-Baptiste Godin built Le Familistère (the Social Palace), an industrial and communal residential complex that was a separate community within Guise. It expressed many of his ideas about developing social sympathy through improved housing and services for workers and their families, influenced by the ideas of the philosopher Charles Fourier. In 1880 Godin created a cooperative association by which the workers owned and managed the complex. This continued until 1968.
House of Wax
Lightning hits the house of wax
Poets spill out on the street
To set alight the incomplete
Remainders of the future
Hidden in the yard. Hidden in the yard.
Thunder drowns the trumpets blast
Poets scatter through the night
But they can only dream of flight
Away from their confusion
Hidden in the yard. Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers lay
the answer to it all
Lightning hits the house of wax
Woman scream and run around
To dance upon the battleground
Like wild demented horses
Hidden in the yard. Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers lay
the answer to it all
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Tailor made tracks
In the house of wax
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Everything is phat
In the house of wax
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Tailor made tracks
In the house of wax
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Everything is phat
In the house of wax
Yeah so we back again
It's a whole new adventure
As we travel to the center of the earth
Ain't to much I ain't seen
From Paris out to Cali
And all in between
Just another day in the life of dream chasing
Chilling back stage at the el ray
We blazing with aceyalone
And the crowd goes crazy
When we entered the stage
Like thirty-six chambers
Rearrange the sound
Sampling's endangered
Keyboards make me bored
And quite angered
Gotta get the paper son
No more of these wack labels
Gonna jerk me around
I don't wait for no one nobody
Except my brother and my honey
I'll be damned if they try to get away with the money
I don't play that shit
Nah Johnny don't play that
You slip one by me
Prepare for the payback
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Tailor made tracks
In the house of wax
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Everything is phat
In the house of wax
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Tailor made tracks
In the house of wax
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Everything is phat
In the house of wax
The aerial attack make you get down like André Three thousand style
Find yourself spit the metal they felt when you was battling but what for
I'm just unravelling the form of the plot that pause and pops
Hold my complication simple no not
Tales of forgotten memories my city yall
Get the number hollar at me and call
And get an answering machine
Some rocking lean and get dream teamed
What's that disappointed because you wasn't on top from city blocks
I don't be up in spots I'm on that why not sit at home
With a shot glass like a sawed off and shine like flav's clock
Burn slow from the clean spit clorox
And stay hazardous man, just imagine this
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Tailor made tracks
In the house of wax
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Everything is phat
In the house of wax
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Tailor made tracks
In the house of wax
Sewn to perfection
Threading through your section
Everything is phat