Mr. Bones are you working on your ballad?
Xylophones, your ribs look awful thin.
Mr. Bones, you remember last winter?
Fingers froze while stomping out your heart.
Mr. Bones I wonder if you mind it, I'd borrow your spine if I could trade you for my thumb.
Mr. Bones I know that you can hear me,
with your staring and you're smiling,
I know you wanna see me
Mr. Bones you're skull looks quite pretty.
I think you know smoking makes you look sharp.
Mr. Bones do you think it would be nice if,
those cold eyes, would you like my scarf?
Mr. Bones would you please take your hand away,
its tangled in my hair and it's time I go home.
Mr. Bones behind those dark sunglasses are hiding your true actions,
tell me, why are you laughing?
Mr. Bones you're trials for first degree murder.
In a row, you harvested their body parts.
Mr. Bones, do you have anything to say for yourself?
Now you know that you'll die the ides of march.
Mr. Bones this is no funny matter,
you are no mad hatter,
this is your final straw.
Mr. Bones, why'd you throw you're heart away?
Who's tears are you crying?
Do you care that you're dying?
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