Ebony And Ivy Lyrics - Emily's D+evolution - Esperanza Spalding

Ocre, ivy, brick, and leather bound books built up by heavy lock crooks with unburdened 

minds of bastardized Darwinian logic projected as hard evidence on backs and faces 

of our ancestral culprits wasted, toiling as a majority on plantated crime 

We wanna knock and climb strings [?] and build our own hot breath kingdoms and make 

humane 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 

Seed 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 summers 

Ending underneath the apple tree 

Time to choose a branch 

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And build your nest of animosity 

Now we're really, really learning 

It's been hard to grow outside 

Growing good, and 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 

Where the sage on the mountain now 

Is a plant or animal 

Seeds grow on the mountain 

Round the fountain of unfiltered truth 

Someone's [?] might contaminate their point-of-view 

And the taste of high-class feelings 

Peeking through the keyhole 

Festive people watch the mastery 

Photos 

One degree of kneeling separates the heads from loving need 

And the art of low class feeling 

It's been hard to grow outside 

Growing good, and 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 

Where the sage on the mountain now 

Is a plant or animal 

Finally. Ochre, ivy, brick, and leather-bound books to find and fill our minds with 

double-standard visions by degrees we banish, slaving over someone else's questions 

test their problems and abolish all unsavory and good grammar and forbid shovels, 

picking their hammers, and the act of starching linen to become the educated ones 

wrapped in them 

It's been hard to grow outside 

Growing good, and 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 

Where the sage on the mountain now 

Is a plant or animal