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Ebony And IvyOchre, ivy, brick, and leather-bound books built up by heavy locked crooks with unburdened minds of bastardized Darwinian logic projected as hard evidence on backs and faces of our ancestral culprits wasted, toiling as the majority on plantated crimesWe wanna knock and climb brass rings of wisdom and build our own hot breath kingdoms and make fuming passions rain down ash then hand out dirty white rules to wipe up and memorize then howl our own law hand-me-downs upon the class of masses and grin as each graduate passes on our synthesized words that sterilize natural awe Sage grows on the mountain You can dig it with a silver spoon Float it off to market Hawk and talk it from hot air balloons Get your good old-fashioned learning Hear the bell in summer's ending underneath the apple tree Time to choose a branch and build your nest of animosity Now we're really, really learning It's been hard to grow outside Growing good at act happy And pretend that the ivy vines Didn't weigh our branch down It's been hard to grow outside But we're finally happy With the sage on the mountain now Is it plant or animal Sage grows on the mountain Round the fountain of unfiltered truth Someone's locked the well You might contaminate their point of view And the taste of high-class feelings Peeking through the keyhole Thirsty people watch the master read One degree of kneeling separates the haves from loving need And the art of low-class feeling It's been hard to grow outside Growing good at act happy And pretend that the ivy vines Didn't weigh our branch down It's been hard to grow outside But we're finally happy With the sage on the mountain now Is it plant or animal Finally, ochre, ivy, brick and leather-bound books to find and fill our minds with double standard vision by degrees we banished slaving over someone else's question tests or problems and abolished all un-savary un-good grammar and forbid shovels, picking or hammers and the act of starching linen to become the educated ones wrapped in them It's been hard to grow outside Growing good at act happy And pretend that the ivy vines Didn't weigh our branch down It's been hard to grow outside But we're finally happy With the sage on the mountain now Is it plant or animal It's been hard to grow outside Growing good at act happy And pretend that the ivy vines Didn't weigh our branch down It's been hard to grow outside But we're finally happy With the sage on the mountain now Is it plant or animal |