At The Fate Of The Rolling River

from by The Autumn Isles

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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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from A Bird Called Cognition, released August 15, 2014

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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 influence and inspire them. ... more

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