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The Black Sleep

by Rue des Cascades

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You always come back as a ghost in my head. In shivering dreams In silver moonbeams Our grief is the same It's safely sealed in shame Sleep now child, the time has come, the noise is gone the flames have died out. It’s quiet now. Sleep now child, your mother sings. Hear the rain outside the window. it’s quiet now. the pain will hold you softly child, the time has come, everything will be all right. See the sky beyond your closed eyes. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. «Where is the light?» All I can see is the sun around me … a whirl of sparks, a stream of dark wings the dying birds are whispering about the stars, about the scarred skin. Silence is all – around You – are all – around All I have never lost All I have never found Ashes swirl across the fields, around the steel, through empty homes. Silence is all Without words the spirits speak, their mouths are filled with unsaid things, remains remain undead Blood-red - sun rise - dark-bright Ruins - soot marks. Silence will haunt - those to come whatever we were we knew we thought was wrong.
You always come back as a ghost in my head. When ghosts become nomads, we sing our song to lead the dead. Take our hands and take our heads, Take our voices and make us mad. We bury our hell in the days to come, This way our death will be less alone. We bury our hell in the days to come, This way our death will be less alone. One day we’ll find the phantoms hymn, silence will end, when everyone sings: We (ghost become nomads) walk on echoes We (we sing our songs) walk on echoes We (we lead the dead) walk on echoes We (our time will come) walk on echoes Ahead Naked to the bone. Le sang a sonné. Es sang die Sonne. And then the sun was gone. And the sparkling sky was filled with fireflies. Crystal eyes. Hear the light breaking inside bodies – love bodies love bodies love bodies love bodies love bodies but there are secrets lurking in crypts. Incorporated. Howling in nightmares. Time is guilt that returns eternally. And holy is only ecstasy in ecstasy. Wake up child, the times has come the cuckoos and the owls are gone, sleep safely in the woods. Wake up child, The night is gone, Can’t you hear larks sing their songs, the sapphire day has dawned. All around The night is gone, Can’t you see the whizzing fawns break up straw and grass. All around the times has come, the scent of poppies dyes the corn, dissolves all our thoughts. Wake up child, the time has come, the emerald world whirls through the atoms, eradicates our errors. It’s midsummer forever. It’s midsummer forever. In twisted times beauty is eerie to hear, the weak appear ugly and kindness is feared. In twisted times devils become saints, saints disappear and indulgence is feared. In twisted times Idle hands are Gods tools, sacred the fools, when madness rules. In twisted times Music is all over the place, but passion is disgrace. So dance in the silence. We kiss the violence, sober, sober.
Night snow falls in front of the shopping mall. Old and young are high and drunk. Joyful faces howl between billboards, cans, stubs and concrete walls, we dance and stagger and stutter dazed, We take pictures under the fairy lights, we smile and know, it’s easy to kill time with coppers in the pockets and a thirst for neon light There’s a slot machine at the gas station, and the radio there is always on, plays country songs There’s a telly on the counter, news is on: There are riots in the streets and astronauts fly to mars. I guess that’s reality now. Satellites rewrite the zodiac signs. «As above, so below», isn’t that so? Seasons, decades come and go, fast-food-chains outlive us all. There’s something wrong, but what it is, is hard to say. Headed home you see cold cat paws hiding, crouched dogs and a flock of crows flies with the glue sniffing kids towards heaven. I guess that’s reality know. Advice literature read by millions. Just tell me I’m special! Maybe time is out of joint. Time is out of joint. Time is out of joint. Deny, deny, deny then step aside when the spirits come to haunt the living. Close your eyes And tell me: Is it soothing to live in someone else's dream? You always come back As a ghost in my head


"The Black Sleep" is the result of our musical work of the last few years - we wrote, practiced, played it live, rearranged it, played it again and again until it started to haunt us.


released June 6, 2021

Recorded by Marc Bouffé at Working Class Recordings, Winterthur in December 2019 and August 2020
Mixed by Samuel Savenberg
Mastered by Magnus Lindberg

Additional saxophone by Marc Bouffé
Additional electronics by Samuel Savenberg

Marc, Samuel, Christian, Livia, Magnus


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