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A Bird Called Cognition
03:41
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Friend, it’s time to loosen all your paper tigers in your mind. This formulation’s in your favour, pull thorns from your side. And in the dawn the silhouettes are standing still, with mirrors to the hill of your disguise.
Trade an empty chandelier for solid ground. Pave the torcher in your head without a sound. Chose the company of thieves in spite of you, birds of blue, left me so soon.
Rise, the morning sun is in the pages that flash past your eyes. And in the dawn the conversation’s on its knees as silence burns the faces from your mind.
Trade an empty chandelier for solid ground. Pave the torcher in your head without a sound. Chose the company of thieves in spite of you, birds of blue, left me so soon.
Trade an empty chandelier for solid ground. Pave the torcher in your head without a sound. Chose the company of thieves in spite of you, birds of blue, left me so soon.
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Waking Dreams
03:01
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I close my eyes as I’m breaking through walls, guillotines hanging over, I don’t know the cause. Chasing the prize but I fell, take a bow to the lonely hostess in the well.
And I’m moving forward, blind folded as I fall on my sword, but it seems, no surprises in your waking dreams, just an empty man redeemed.
I take my time as I’m left here to wait, catching sharks in the moon light, I don’t need no bait. Sure of the path but I fell, seeing cracks in the concrete, weeds can do so well.
And I’m moving forward, blind folded as I fall on my sword, but it seems, no surprises in your waking dreams, just an empty man redeemed. And it hides in the palm of your hand, counting digging your graves in your lands.
No surprises, in your waking dreams, just an empty man redeemed.
And I’m moving forward, blind folded as I fall on my sword, but it seems, no surprises in your waking dreams, just an empty man redeemed.
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As It Stands
03:50
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Heart of the cause, destiny’s calling, a melody with a view to see. Light in the road, see where you’re walking, a circumstance and a jaded smile.
And as it stands, you’re caught in the middle, between the rolling seas and places you know, out to the great unknown.
Counting the days, caught in the cross fire, a point of view and a flag to fly.
Room with a view to see sheep in the quicksand, circumstance and a jaded smile. And as it stands, you’re caught in the middle, between the rolling seas and places you know, out to the great unknown.
And are you spending time with ghosts? Waving your hands in smoke? In a time when days are spent, in a world where nothings kept.
And are you spending time with ghosts? Waving your hands in smoke? In a time when days are spent, in a world where nothings kept, like sands in an empty dune, in the hands that fade so soon.
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Harvest In The Night
05:13
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Moments spent in a crowded room, witness to the endless conversation.
Fairy tale in a make shift world, and shadows flicker past with moving thoughts.
Darkened streets and the passing scenes, senses drawing out your consternation, the endless game and the power sought, the heart of all this change is the endless thoughts, that trickle into words and flourish into seeds, are planted into fields that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls.
Thoughts that trickle into words, that flourish into seeds are planted into fields that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls. Thoughts that trickle into words, that flourish into seeds are planted into fields that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls, feeding your trolls.
It projects another scene, as the thoughts and actions follow, it follows.
And the keys and crutches you hold, fall away into dust, when the ships and sails deconstruct, fall away and lament, darkest night, heaven sent.
Thoughts that trickle into words that flourish into seeds are planted into fields
that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls.
Thoughts that trickle into words that flourish into seeds are planted into fields
that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls.
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Living In Boxes
03:08
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Windows open, look out to see all the wonder, and kind words spoken, a fateful encounter with friends on the course, to fractured relations. I can see you, self-centered perspectives, living in boxes and grinding your teeth, there’s a dead-end street in the shape of this.
Warm smiles, handshakes, a common request with agendas. Rejection, tooth ache, sincerity led to distraction with cheers, it drags me under. I can see you, self-centered perspective, living in boxes and grinding your teeth, there’s a dead-end street in the shape of this.
Destined to feel, all the intentions that make it so real, so justified brandishing knives at the bridge and divide.
And so there’s a place for the memories and songs that you sing.
It drags me under, and I can see you, self-centered perspective, living in boxes and grinding your teeth, there’s a dead-end street in the shape of, a common map that we tear off , there’s a dead end street in the shape of this.
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Stairs Leading To Wolves
03:10
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Stairs leading to wolves and running blind, a sacred moment with terror in your mind.
Stairs leading to wolves and running blind, a sacred moment with terror in your mind.
Stairs leading to wolves and running blind, a sacred moment with terror in your mind.
Stairs leading to wolves and running blind, a sacred moment with terror in your mind.
Stairs leading to wolves and running blind, a sacred moment with terror in your mind.
Stairs leading to wolves and running blind, a sacred moment with terror in your mind.
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Memory Memory
03:53
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And he stands here in the rain with a handful of deceit and a foolish grin. Walks the endless winding streets, to an empty fading call of a solemn dance.
Oh to the masquerades I can see a melody, melody, oh to the darkened sights, in the moonlit night, insanity, insanity.
And with a lonely discontent and a face of past defeat he moved ahead, brace for tensions in this head and the watchful wanting eyes of the walking dead.
Oh to the masquerades I can see a melody, melody, oh to the darkened sights, in the moonlit night, insanity, insanity. Night closes in fear, and turning faces, lost in spaces near, relief it chases.
Oh to the masquerades I can see a melody, melody, oh to the darkened sights, in the moonlit night, insanity, insanity. Chase all the shadows clear and a ghost appears a memory memory, oh to the darkened sights, in the moonlit night, insanity, insanity.
Night closes in fear, and turning faces, lost in spaces near, relief it chases. Oh to the masquerades I can see a melody, melody, oh to the darkened sights, in the moonlit night, insanity, insanity oh oh.
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Hurricanes
06:11
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Wild winds in the sands, what you feel with a hurricane in your hands, I chase the rushing waves, a winding maze. Floods roll in the cave, flames flicker in the shadow of an empty name, I taste the falling rain, in night’s domain.
All I see are the statues calling, with the side of a mountain falling, flames fall out into the hands of, people always said it wasn't so, until you see its face you’ll never know.
Bright lights in the sea, what you doubt is the consequence of your needs, I chase the rushing waves a winding maze. Wild winds in your glance, what you feel with a parasite in your hands, I brace the undertow of letting go.
All I see are the statues calling, with the side of a mountain falling, flames fall out into the hands of, people always said it wasn't so, until you see its face you’ll never know. Walk through the peril of day, sleep through the soft soothing light.
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Each And Every
03:21
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The rain’s fine the problem isn't hard to find, the relegated voices at your door. A flint a thought, a crying child distraught a peaceful man’s retort and on we climb.
And each and every nightmare, approximations of seeds I never should have sown, I’m sifting through the bones, on the pass to somewhere I can’t define
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The blade’s fine for cutting through the choking vines the relegated forces at your shores. A fist a knife a pulmonary lung device, the cradles warm tonight and on we climb.
And each and every nightmare, approximations of seeds I never should have sown, I’m sifting through the bones, on the pass to somewhere I can’t define.
Tearing at the heart of indignation, frozen, striking fires tonight.
The rain’s fine the problem isn't hard to find, the relegated forces at your shores.
And each and every nightmare, approximations of seeds I never should have sown, I’m sifting through the bones, on the pass to somewhere I can’t, no way I can define.
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Millions of faces rolled into one, a silent statue that breathes, while sitting in the sun. Speed through the ages tied to a raft, at the fate of a rolling river, while longing for the past.
And ashes the ashes now, blow through these winds. The weight of your memory boy, breaks down these wings.
Look out to darkness, wonder and fear, what’s to come in the distant future, oh listen can’t you hear? Reach out to something out past your eyes, will it leave you sad and lonely or contented with your time.
And ashes the ashes now, blow through these winds. The weight of your memory boy, breaks down these wings.
When song birds are crying, when song birds are crying in the night.
And so there is such a lonely place we all have known, so come back to me, come back to me, come back to me. Come back to me, come back to me…
When song birds are crying, when song birds are crying…
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The Autumn Isles Perth, Australia
The Autumn Isles are a long standing contributor to Perth music scene, with two well-crafted EP’s and a much loved debut album. they're now onto their second full-length album, the band are building an impressive catalogue of material, reminiscent of the timeless pop music that continues to in fluence and inspire them. ... more
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