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Dead Dads' Club (ep)

by TIDAL MOUTH

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1.
CORRESPONDENCE dear one, remember early april the hail and crocus bulb as per the damaged deck gone mouldy And regarding wine to mull we used to stare, just wonderstruck at our idiotic luck dear one, are you advanced in changing yours truly, left behind as per the unkept vow still healing badly ‘round your favourite tree we used to eat like turkey vultures kneeling low we used to stare, just wonderstruck at our idiotic luck that we could be just in this humming deep in this joy, this sweetness muck this infant cloud whose silver lining yielded storms; your bowels seized i still expected all your letters right before your lips mouthed “please” envelopes marked return to sender made the brook inside me freeze i was the red-red-red--red-robin you were the car- car- cardinal my aura all in jealous yellow when i saw your ashes fall i was the red-red-red-red-robin you were that worm-ready beak all of the psychics say you hear me even when i cannot speak
2.
Baby 05:21
BABY don’t come back as a baby, baby my hands were not made to twist the infant, your soft resurrection a pig on a glowing spit i am no more home than you are i am no more home than you (just a bit of scattered grit) don’t you dare come back as mine i will laugh you right outta my womb. i will treat you like nobody’s baby i will dress you in itchy wool i am not your home, I’m not i am not your home, I’m not and I am not your fool what if you came back as another? Don’t you dare, don’t you dare. through embers through……...
3.
Curse 03:43
CURSE when I arrived, all your bottles had water in them to their waists and all the pills inside them floated like so much well intentioned waste that night I left the kettle on left the house, left the water it boiled over, left a burn a call heard by your doting daughter when I arrived, she had counted all the things that you’d done wrong and she a sharp and marvellous weapon left you only two days strong that night I left the tub filling left the house, left it running the neighbours saw a waterfall patched it with their youthful cunning when I arrived, you were waiting in a kind of arrogance with your hands folded round the last of that romance, its thrust, its dance that night I left the candle burning left the fire, left it smokin’ nothing left of mold or mud and only one of us is broken
4.
We Are Bears 02:42
WE ARE BEARS this place that’s mapped can’t exist we are bears dreaming i can’t read the map but i can feel it we are bears dreaming all there is is snow every day and we are bears the kind that never hibernate with useless paws and smaller nets for every pungent trout my father wrote a map for me it was black on snow in cursive from the 20s for what is known about this place always gets unknown “you need a map every day” “you need a map every day” my father said this place that’s mapped can’t exist we are bears dreaming i can’t read the map but i can feel it we are bears dreaming my idea was to roll in numbers and to scent myself with your intent fearsome in your defence sniff the air to find you i wake up laughing it is only the words a map in the snow go find your mother every day go find your mother my father said go find your mother every day go find your mother my father said I need a map this place that’s mapped can’t exist we are bears dreaming i can’t read the map but i can feel it we are bears dreaming
5.
Sulphur 06:55
SULPHUR when I die my hands burst into flames a relative is holding one of them when it happens and even though my mouth has been sewn or is full of tiny worms or removed all together the tongue the vocal cords shut in a decorative box or is full of ash and sand still, an old boyfriend wants to kiss me push his tongue in and he does when you die your toes become spherical mirrors and in them we can see the reflections of everything misremembered remove them with a saw and come when I call you join me in the flames become not unlike a tall and loveable matchstick stinking of sulfur let your head crumble into my side pocket side pocket when we die nothing happens except the two of us do see tiny lights in every pond light bright luminous like those satellite google maps ethereal and they pine for your voice and your ukulele sound they almost lick you are so loved and this is hilarious and our laughter is on fire it rattles our teeth like dice so come when I call you and join me in the flames we are not unlike two tall and loveable matchsticks stinking of sulphur let your head crumble into my side pocket we crack like fat in the skillet only smaller and wilder and further away

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Dead Dads' Club (ep) is a sampling of songs from TIDAL MOUTH's 13 song cycle exploring grief. With this gesture, TIDAL MOUTH keeps one eye on the stages of grief as they are broadly understood, while attempting to personalize a process that is often reduced to cliche.

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released September 21, 2018

All songs written between 2012 and 2018. Words by Daccia Bloomfield. Music by Rachael Cardiello.

Correspondence, Curse and Sulphur recorded and mixed by Amy Fort at Sonology Recording Studios in Toronto, ON.

Baby and We Are Bears recorded live by Mitch Fillion of Southern Souls at a little church in Parkdale, Toronto.

Featuring Rachael Cardiello, Chris Pruden, Abigail Lapell, Danielle Knibbe, Belinda Corpuz, Laura Swankey and Aimée Butcher.

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TIDAL MOUTH Toronto, Ontario

TIDAL MOUTH is an ongoing conversation between Rachael Cardiello and Daccia Bloomfield. Daccia writes the words, Rachael writes the music.

TIDAL MOUTH: a site where very different waters merge and become difficult to distinguish.
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