spin the spokes
swing on ropes
find the trail
on the way
to bonnie brae
you gave me a face
I saw on the way to learn
oh, a dimes gonna buy your way into school
but you'd rather die than be lost to find
yourself in a pool of friends who took up
the weekend you wish that you spent alone
and you're married to the modern times
and stuck on a rewind
and stuck on a rewind
and stuck on a rewind
remember
on bonnie brae
you gave me a face on the way to learn
sitting in the hall with your back up against the wall
and you put out the feet of your older self to impress you, you lovely selfish girl.
sweet bones
speak of ghosts
tell a tale
on the way
to bonnie brae
you made a face
i saw on the way to learn
oh, time doesn't heal the forgotten wound
but you'd rather scar than hide all the truth
a virtue of blues to cue up a tune of
brooding a mood you pretend alone
and you're married to the modern times
and stuck on a rewind
and stuck on a rewind
and stuck on a rewind
remember
on bonnie brae
you gave me a face on the way to learn
sitting in the hall with your back up against the wall
and you put out the feet of your older self to impress you, you lovely selfish girl.
Rosie Varela brings her past in shoegaze to bear in these gorgeous, haunting songs wreathed in mist & centered on sparkling instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 6, 2022