Nothing Is Sacred, No One Is Spared

by Those Gulls

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Three live & raw recordings for fans, new and old! Stay tuned for our new full-length, due out this summer...

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released December 12, 2010

Andrew Grosvenor (guitars, vocals), Pierce McKennirey (bass), Peter Zachar (drums)

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Track Name: Your Politics
Oh we want a new car with a full tank of gas
Slink leather seats, GPS, V8, and alloy rims
Then we want our own lane we can set it on cruise
150 with a 40 patrolman lets us through

Are you ready to talk politics beyond your city walls?

Now we want to lie down in the fresh cut grass
Each weed’s been extracted by the work of a migrant’s hand
Hurry run inside, inside it’s starting to poor
Remotely lock the gate; no one gets in or out

Let us out!

You’re getting battered by the typhoon, submerged up to your roof
Track Name: Career Criminal
Hard times, sidelined
You can make it go, go away
Keyhole, blowtorch
You can make it go, go away
Green lawns, carry on
Buried in the ground underneath the
Secrets, errors
Buried in the ground underneath

If that’s all there is, if that’s all you know
If that’s all you are, now you can go
Track Name: The Descent
Taxman says he's coming to round up all our things
Exiled to the land I tried to resist
Corrugated cardboard box taped up everything we own
Don't weep for these walls it's not your fault

A sound, a sound
Keeps us awake at night
A sound, a sound
Like burning dynamite

And I let you down

Escorted from the premise neighbours watch us from their lawns
Descend to the beast's belly of the town

A sound, a sound
Keeps us awake at night
A sound, a sound
Like burning dynamite

A light, a light
Shines through a thousand blinds
A light, a light
Shines into her deadweight eyes

And I let you down