Marisa Egerstrom 2019
“Very traditional; some sources suggest roots in the origins of patriarchy. Verses and variations arose out of contact with Robert Bly’s “men’s movements” participants, bullshit polyamory practices that reinscribe male manipulation of multiple women by pitting them against each other under pseudo-progressive ideological cover; and the modern insecurity of nostalgic men who refuse to just go to fucking therapy already. While it remains a song in underground circulation, there are known performances by the afternoon pandemic shift of Real Pickles kitchen workers.”
Chorus Don’t fall in love with a Vermont man He won’t love you back,ÿ no he won’t love you back! Don’t fall in love with a Vermont man No matter how beautiful he is. I fell in love with a Burlington guy He wrote nice poems to the Green Mountain sky He spoke low & sweet but when I started to swoon He vanished to the woods, howling at the moon I fell in love with a Brattleboro man He made art and music and built his home by hand His aesthetic was perfection; nothing less would do So out the door I went when I wasn’t perfect too I fell in love somewhere near Montpelier We talked of revolution and he said “y’know, I feel ya” When I asked him for a kiss he checked his calendar to see If his nineteen other girlfriends would allow some room for me I fell in love with a man from Putney Town We sang our song in forests and went camping all around He aligned my chakras and he made his prayers to Life Til one day, knocking at my door, came his raging wife Something ’bout that mountain air just makes you want to flirt Maybe it’s the rivers as they curve down through the birch But if you’ve paid attention to my cautionary tale You’ll keep your heart for boring men — maybe from New Hampshire!