by Rue des Cascades

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Nicolo Gianelli Really aggressive and emotional album. Love the desperate and angry vocals. Definately one of my favorite bands, espescially in the underground scene. Favorite track: Immerblind.
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Released via Cruel Bones.


released December 5, 2014

Recorded at Working Class Recordings by Marc Bouffé.
Mixed and mastered by Role at Tonmeisterei.



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Rue des Cascades Winterthur, Switzerland

Eternal War on the Hitler Youth.

contact: ruedescascades[at]immerda.ch


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Track Name: Immerblind
If I lean my face against cold windows
and let my eyes follow the ways of the people down on the streets 
Doesn’t the quest for their purpose weigh down the air?
The rime between the glass and my skin is growing to a burning, and I almost want to believe that they know what they’re looking for.
But then they disappear behind corners. Unreflected.
Everything seems numb, frozen.
But still: They’re marching on.
Shiver flashes through my body as the focus of my eyes catches my reflection.
Sometimes, these feelings fade out then, but not quite often, not often enough. 
Mostly, they stay. Can you relate? 
In moments like this, the shine of the sun floats into the eyes as the black silhouette of gloomy sleep,
before it disappears into nothingness.
If I’m honest, I know that it always has been there, and it always will.
Endlos lichtlos,
Track Name: Sertraline Symphony Pt. I
Vesper bells sing sertraline symphonies in the cold neon light
and cut through the brains of the anchorites
limbus’ eyes stare down at me.
Someone predefined my way, pavement leads me away out
past the hospital, the patients and the cigarette smoke rising to the circling crows
past the church, the stained glass that tells stories about fragile hope
past the cementery where mourners stand in withered clothes
Finally, city lights fade out at the field road
the last buildings get lost in the dark  
„I’m free if Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose“ rings through an open window
And I drive my way back home

And hell is growing inside
day in, day out
traffic will find it’s way even without me
And hell is growing inside
day in, day out
cinemas tell stories about life and death
reduced to schemes
And hell grows inside of me
day in, day out
I’ve played my part long enough now

decision's made, no compromises
traffic will find it’s way
Immer nur Zeit gewinnen
ohne je etwas davon zu sehen.
Track Name: Sertraline Symphony Pt. II
If there's a heaven, I don't know
but I can't shake the feeling that there's a hell for sure.
a bridge connects two places, just like a farewell note
but duality is not for me, only what lies in between.

The railing feels cold
the current of the river seems to be screaming
facing the water slows down the raindrops
a noise of silence
my last dive.
Track Name: Farewell/Comfort
Six feet under: You and the remembrance of past moments
that let me forget about the isolation.
The priest preaches of piousness
but it sounds more like narcism
and nothing like what you were
Dressed in black they play charade 
waiting for an ‘amen’
Your brother stayed at home 
his empty eyes stare out of the window
As they all have left your gravesite 
as I am the one beeing left behind in the rain
as the cigarette in my hand brings nothing but the realization that I’m not dying fast enough,
the question appeared: ‚Is there a god?‘
Now that I found the answer, where is the comfort?
In the moments of truce between the wars against myself,
a body numbed of sorrow,
a Hiroshima of pipe dreams.
My life drifts away, cold and strange like a drowned body
An apartment key in my hand, but no home. 
“Where to go?”
Nein danke, ich warte auf nichts mehr.