Letra de Ebony And Ivy - Esperanza Spalding
Letra de canci�n de Ebony And Ivy de Esperanza Spalding lyrics
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 crimes
We wanna knock and climb brass strings of wisdoms 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 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
When the sage on the mountain now
Is a 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
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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
When 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
When the sage on the mountain now
Is a plant or animal
Minds of bastardized Darwinian logic projected as hard evidence on backs and faces
Of our ancestral culprits wasted, toiling as a majority on plantated crimes
We wanna knock and climb brass strings of wisdoms 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 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
When the sage on the mountain now
Is a 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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/ebony-and-ivy-esperanza-spalding.php
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
When 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
When the sage on the mountain now
Is a plant or animal
