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Cardinals 7" and Art Print

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by The Republic Of Wolves

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In an effort to further collaborate art and music, Simple Stereo has released a limited edition The Republic Of Wolves 7” EP with a gate-fold cover that doubles as a 7” x 14” Silkscreened Art Print featuring artwork by artists Gregg Andrew and Nicholas Cuomo.

The record includes:
- Two color Silkscreened Gatefold Cover / 7″ x 14″ Art Print.
- Printed on 100% Post Consumer Recycled Paper
- Signed and Numbered by The Republic Of Wolves and Cover Artists
- Limited Edition of 500 copies
- Pressed on Multi-Colored Marble Vinyl
- 320 kbps MP3 + 'Cardinals' Acoustic Video Digital Download Card Included



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released 01 March 2010
All Songs Written by The Republic Of Wolves. Mixed and Mastered by Gregg Andrew Produced by The Republic Of Wolves.

The Republic Of Wolves are: Gregg Andrew Dellarocca, Mason Maggio, Christian Van Deurs, Billy Duprey and Chris Wall

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Track Name: Side A - Cardinals
Reach in for it
Your rusted, iron-covered cross
Pour out your breath
Into the furnace again.
I think I found a better way to live
And I think I’ve found a better way to die.
And I’ve been fitting myself into that small space
That you set our for the screaming of the wind.
That is all I’ve ever been.
And sorting through it,
I never saw something so clear
As your hands bound up in prayer
Behind a closed door.
I thought I’d walked a better road, alone
Until I felt my feet turn into stone,
And that’s when I turned back.
Track Name: Side B - Wood/Bricks
Two Carpenters Of Failing Worth
We Found Ourselves In Disrepair
But Didn’t Care
So We Took The Wood From That Old Tree
Built A Coffin On The Sea
Flowers Strewn Across The Deck
Sails Draped Around Our Broken Necks

And I Will Be Taken Apart When It’s Over

Our Ruined Hands Collecting Dust
Uneven Loves That Drove Us Into
Our Bodies
But We Found The Bricks From Our Old House
Tried To Put Them Back Together
But With No Foundation Underneath
It Crumbled Right Back To A Smoldering Heap

And We Will Be Taken Apart When Its Over

So We Gave Every Flaw In Our Crooked Construction A Name
And Accepted That Nothing Was Meant To Hold Up For This Long

When You Felt The Sun Come Alive In Your Ribs
You Were Dying Just To Try It
As The Sutures And Stitches That Held You
Together Were Splitting
And It Made Such A Glorious Sound

You Wire Strings Slowly Disappear
Well I Have Been Emptied of Every Fear
The Things That We ad But Never Replaced
Were Falling Asleep And Forgetting The Names

Well I Pried Myself Into Pieces And Scattered Them Over Te Wreckage
And You Were Still Shaking Your Head Holding Onto Your Nails
And Ever Splinter Of Timer Like Thunder Inside Of My Shuddering Frame
Says Im Gonna Pay Were All Gonna Pay When Its Over
Track Name: Bonus - For His Old Branches (Alternate Version)
There is a wheel
That spins to keep the river flowing.
It runs a course between your eyelids and your aching jaws.
There was a bird
Who took your voice and turned it backwards.
He and the past were aiming arrows at your heaving chest.
You took a train into the mouth of all you hated,
Spent half an hour watching hope pass through a window
You’ve got that singing crown of thorns around your thick head
You and the kid that you once were are fighting over it.
(Then we ran down the river Van To the mouth of old Fenrir And he swallowed us up)
I collected rocks, filled up my pockets
and tried to swim across the stream.
I was told I’d be kept afloat
By the ghosts of the hills that I’d flattened to get here.
Trusted a fiend and lost my hand.
My blood flowed white and filled the canyon,
And I saw faces in the leaves
And they were preaching to me.
There is a tree you cannot cut.
He knows your name and all your fears.
You dare not lay an axe to his old branches.
They dug a coal mine by your house.
His yelling kept you up all night.
All of your friends got caught between his black teeth.
We left our shoes under the ground,
tied yellow feathers to our arms,
and learned the language of the aching mountain.|Then I went out west
and tried to build a better version of myself.
My iron tools got swallowed up by spirits.
And I knew my head was inside out,
so I sold my soul to taste the clouds,
ate from the tree and started digging up the ground.
There is a thought you cannot shake
Of her asleep under the lake.
The ice is eating up the surface and you are the fish
Sleeping peacefully.
Track Name: Bonus - For His Old Branches (Alternate Stripped Version)
There is a wheel
That spins to keep the river flowing.
It runs a course between your eyelids and your aching jaws.
There was a bird
Who took your voice and turned it backwards.
He and the past were aiming arrows at your heaving chest.
You took a train into the mouth of all you hated,
Spent half an hour watching hope pass through a window
You’ve got that singing crown of thorns around your thick head
You and the kid that you once were are fighting over it.
(Then we ran down the river Van To the mouth of old Fenrir And he swallowed us up)
I collected rocks, filled up my pockets
and tried to swim across the stream.
I was told I’d be kept afloat
By the ghosts of the hills that I’d flattened to get here.
Trusted a fiend and lost my hand.
My blood flowed white and filled the canyon,
And I saw faces in the leaves
And they were preaching to me.
There is a tree you cannot cut.
He knows your name and all your fears.
You dare not lay an axe to his old branches.
They dug a coal mine by your house.
His yelling kept you up all night.
All of your friends got caught between his black teeth.
We left our shoes under the ground,
tied yellow feathers to our arms,
and learned the language of the aching mountain.|Then I went out west
and tried to build a better version of myself.
My iron tools got swallowed up by spirits.
And I knew my head was inside out,
so I sold my soul to taste the clouds,
ate from the tree and started digging up the ground.
There is a thought you cannot shake
Of her asleep under the lake.
The ice is eating up the surface and you are the fish
Sleeping peacefully.