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Mountain Man
04:15
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I want to learn how to play the banjo
And truly be a mountain man
I want to grow a beard and drink lemonade
Straight out of mason jars and tin cans
I want to play an open G
And pick away my sorrows
As I stand barefoot in a cold creek
That flows into tomorrow
But I can't play the banjo
And I can't grow a beard
And I can't drink from a tin can
Because people will think I'm weird
And I can't be a farmer
Because I know nothing about farms
So I'll just keep imagining
It doesn't do any harm
I want to learn how to play the banjo
And start a garden plot
And plant all different sorts of seeds
Into that fertile spot
And when it rains and when it pours
They will start to sprout
And I will eat the food I grow
Instead of going out
But I can't play the banjo
And I can't grow a plant
I can't remember to water them
I always just forget
And I can't be a farmer
Because I know nothing about farms
So I'll just keep imagining
It doesn't do any harm
I can't play the banjo
I'm running out of time
I have to work a day job
Just to make a dime
And I can't be a farmer
Because I know nothing about farms
So I'll just keep imagining
It doesn't do any harm
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I'm Okay
02:31
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Your words are the definition of idiosyncrasy
Makes my heart beat with the help of maggot-infested anxiety
My organs are being filled with larvae you left in me
Gross things love devouring debris
I'm not angry I just don't want to see your face
I drove down your mom's street the other day
It filled my bones with flies waiting for my decay
But I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
Blame it on being carsick but I'm just done with your shit
A carcass of my former self
An infestation of creepy crawly internal destruction
I don't want to share with anybody else
I'm not angry I just don't want to see your face
I drove down your mom's street the other day
It filled my bones with flies waiting for my decay
But I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
You're like a parasite the way you take over my thoughts
Each bite leads to extreme nausea
I just want to be alone without thinking of you
You're just an ant underneath my shoe
I'm not angry I just don't want to see your face
I drove down your mom's street the other day
It filled my bones with flies waiting for my decay
But I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
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Sweet Partner of Mine
03:20
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My baby plays the mandolin
On our first date I took it for a spin
When they showed me the notes
They touched my fingers to get close
My baby plays the guitar
Puts songs about me in their repertoire
They play lead and I play rhythm
There's no one I'd rather play with than them
Reclaiming music from my past has been super fine
With my honky tonkin', music lovin', sweet partner of mine
My baby plays the banjo
Found out a week ago
It's covered in radical things
Like "loot laugh love" around the strings
My baby plays harmonica
But nothing rhymes with harmonica
The sounds it makes are very sweet
Hearing them play is quite the treat
Reclaiming music from my past has been super fine
With my honky tonkin', music lovin', sweet partner of mine
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Ratland Dover, New Hampshire
Ratland's queer folk sound is influenced by folk punk, classic country, and indie
rock.
Ratland is singer/songwriter Haley Searcy, theydolinist Scott Crow, plus their many talented friends.
Frequently compared to artists like Kimya Dawson, Ratland's enchanting melodies and introspective lyrics encourage everyone to be the best rat they can be.
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