Ebony and Ivy

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 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 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