One for the Wind

by Rachael Cardiello

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One for the Wind EP ((recorded in 2009, released in 2011)

A collection of songs spanning sand-encrusted, childhood memories to weighted encounters with the world of "crazy" and those who inhabit it. Layered viola, piano and voice bring this album a striking richness and strength.

I recorded this album shortly after a six week stay in the hospital where I had been gathering strength after a manic episode. Still shaken from the grandeur of metaphors that had inhabited my life before and in the hospital, the sliver of time where I readjusted to the "real world" proved incredibly creative and inspiring. A few of the songs were brand new, written on the hospital's old and clunky piano. The power in these recordings lies in the combined strength and fragility that encompassed that time.

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released February 1, 2011

Recorded and mixed by David Parfit in his home studio in Victoria, BC.

All parts written and performed by Rachael Cardiello with the exception of the man choir in Buckets featuring David Parfit.

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Rachael Cardiello Toronto, Ontario

Born in tornado alley, raised between mountains of Montana, currently based in the heart of Toronto - Cardiello sings of mental institutes, cross-border love affairs, grief, ghosts, and an alternative version of the American dream

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Track Name: Sandwalkin'
We went sandwalkin’ tonight.
I got moonburnt on my nose,
And on the tips of my ears,
and the corners of my hair.

You know, the seagulls go diving at night
To the bottom of the ocean floor
Through the crash of the waves
For those black, black muscle shells.

And ohhhh, I remember when we were young.
And we’d make a boat out of sand and we’d push it on out to the sea.
You were six.
I was five.
I was skinny with freckled skin.
You were taller than I was then but our heads weren’t so heavy.
Track Name: Buckets
When I first met you you had no skin and your hair was on fire like your eyes protesting the bones kept them in.

I’m not really sure what you were trying to tell me when you tied back my hair with the pillowcase. Seemed like you had to make us the same for to see that deep in our eyes there was beautiful.

Mostly I remember your hands ‘round my neck. You were proving the fine line that stretches out between moments of trust and of fear. And I knew it was that line that brought you here.

I’m not trying to undermine the calls that were made in your name, but for me it was much scarier to see you later on, when your feet were weighted down with those chemical stones.

How much water did it take to put out that crazy fire?
How much water did it take and where’d your fire go?
Track Name: Three There Was
When your ancestors come, do you cling to your sleep like a child?
Try to swallow, try to keep the pieces of their faces that you know fade away when it all becomes real again?

Three men, there was. Where now there are only ghosts.

I’ve been spinning their words, fruitlessly, as if somewhere in the stretches, in the spaces between, I will find that which never got said.

Three men, there was. Where now there are only ghosts.

I’ve been spinning their words, endlessly, as if somewhere in the stretched, in the spaces between I will find that which never got said.

My father, his father, and the father of my mother.
What draws the men to the clouds?
My father, his father, and the father of my mother.
What draws the men to the clouds?

Three men, there was. Where now there are only ghosts.

I’ve been spinning their words, foolishly, as if somewhere in the stretches, in the spaces between, I will find that which never got said.

When your ancestors come, do you cling to your sleep like a child?
Try to swallow, try to keep the pieces of their faces that you know fade away when it all becomes real again?
Track Name: Mandolin; Broken String
Mandolin, broken string, got a crack in your front.
Who was it that broke your heart?

Wooden frog, on the sill, can you croak croak croak?
And are you lonely in the dark?

Oh windy organ, won’t you sing me a song? Song, song, song, song song song…
Oh windy organ, won’t you hold me for a long, long, long, long, long, long while?

Piano keys, black as coal and ivory.
What a sad, sad history.
I’ve got melting feet in this sweltering heat.
Hey soul! You better simmer down.

Oh windy organ, won’t you sing me a song? Song, song, song, song song song…
Oh windy organ, won’t you hold me for a long, long, long, long, long, long while?
Until the stars come out again, dancing in a masquerade.
Nothing like a dead quiet parade.
Pomegranates and lemonade, let’s swallow butterflies together babe,
And make the living go hazy again.

Who needs that boy's love anyway?
Track Name: When there is Salt
And because she’d never tasted wild sorrow before, he said

Here. Drink from my lashes,
Of the Water, where the Sorrow has swum.
Here. Drink from my lashes,
See how it lingers, leaving Salt on the tongue?

Like crushed seashells.

It leaves Salt on the tongue.

And desert sands are weeping.
It leaves Salt on the tongue, on the tongue, on the tongue, on the
tongue on the tongue on the tongue.

And Grandmother! Do you remember the day so well?

When you filled all the buckets in your eyes with the waters from that old Wisdom Well?

And it was your Saving Grace. How the water aged your face.