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The Devil's Nest
04:09
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All can be spoiled with a lovely visit
I don't rely on friends, And i won't admit it
I heard you saying something about a rotten bone
Embracing goddamn dirt, Well played now I'm gone
Playing different roles, Sweeping lies
I always knew you were the devil in some disguise
That good looking lady with a pretty long vest
Is the direct pathway to the devil's nest
Please, at least get over me, I don't want it but I should
All these years the morality, I'd fuck it all if I could
Please, at least get over me, I don't want it but I should
All these years the morality, I'd fuck it all if I could
Are you ready to rumble are you willing to scream
Are you prepared to fuzz your teenage dreams
Twist your eye, Hope to die
But keep your poor thoughts out of mine
You have someone to shove you in heaven like in hell
Someone to pull you out whenever they're enough scared
Someone to tell you how to play it right
And I used to be the one you cuddle the nights
Please at least get over me, I don't want it but I should
All these years the morality, I'd fuck it all if I could
loose the leach, get it off of me, I don't want it but I should
All these years the morality, I'd fuck it all if I could
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Porn To Be Alive
03:30
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She's eager from the insides
willing on the both sides
Her type changes his rides
he pays and provides
All kinds of fake manners
to enthrall her superficiality
With money he breaks the banners
to step over brutality
We're not what she wants
The Walls will be alarming
who's gonna be in front
who's gonna call her darling
I think my hopes just flew
like blue wasn't already blue
she adds the blue to the view
you would assume so
pour your gold in her perfect hold
fuck what you have been told
nobody is perfect at all
that's because you look at you
We're not what she wants
The Walls will be alarming
who's gonna be in front
who's gonna call her darling
Oh you're not justt her type
unless you boast your cash
fancy car and with the hype
you fell for some trash
We're not what she wants
The Walls will be alarming
who's gonna be in front
who's gonna call her darling
You and I could be her toys
she has no time to kill
except for all the noise
another hole to fill.
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As We're Rolling
03:28
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Skewers in my back are rolling
when I turn around watchers are howling
liquid since it proves us accurate
blood since it results the hate and
it ain't beautiful
Not beautiful
call me misogynist tight mane
Better than a stalker on a restricted lane
I aim it all I don't aim the centre
and I have it all, I don't pay the hunter
It ain't beautiful
Not beautiful
Are we rolling ? do we aim it all ?
Are we rolling ? do we tell it all ?
Shapes, concave curves and legs
a tribe of milkers, begs and begs
all kind of men digging their shelter
I can't cool you up because I'm a melter
You are beautiful
So beautiful
You make me see my daily roots
I stroke my gun before I shoot
Smoke shapeless cigarettes and hum
and write my name down on your bum and
It makes me beautiful
well, I'm beautiful
Are we rolling ? do we aim it all
Are we rolling ? do we tell i all
Are we rolling ? do we aim it all
Are we rolling ? do we tell i all
As we're rolling you're still so low,
I tell you words so my job you can blow
Melting wax on a heart-shaped candle,
I'll eat with you so my job you can handle
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Sickology (Put Me Down)
05:48
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They barely change the happening, They barely kiss your feet
They want to shut the lightning, and only live by greed
You are giving them something, something they only need
They want to keep on fighting, for a place to plant their seeds
They stick a knife in your back for a glimpse
Of some fake glowing lips
They get down for some affection, And some perversities
Hunger caught their dignity crawling in universities
Fake plucks, fake everything, Do you find it fair ?
A fact says you're amongst them, Hiding in our lairs
Charming friends, feebly wanting to embrace life with tongue
Put me down, Put me down
Put me down, Put me down
I can read facts from your faces, I know where you have been
You've been sucking tastes, Paid back with a grin
Money scares the hell out of you, It won't vanish your scars
You seem fine with your body, You freely give it in cars
For the sake of the paces they accept the disgraces and repeal.
Put me down, Put me down
Put me down, Put me down
You have pointed at my Sickology
You're taking an endless break
We go to the same institute, I do not know your name
But you do act like a prostitute, And they do just the same
I have a shotgun and you have the perfect head for an aim
Put me down, Put me down
Put me down, Put me down
Lowering the flowering of the youth
Lowering the flowering of them youths
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Lethal Substitute
04:01
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I have been dying to rip you out
Just torn my skin and take you out
'cause you have been useless to my everything
And since the one you keep inside you left me barging
Should I breathe using you ? will there be life underneath you ?
Stop beating, Stop pumping pack your stuffs soon you will be leaving
Stomp the feeling, we are jumping, we are useless, we are squealing
And there they are wanting to repair the unrepairable
Right here we are wanting to hear the opening of a brand new bottle
Each time a taker appears you hide so deep
You just close on yourself and on me and just moan and weep
Should I breathe using you ? will there be life underneath you ?
Stop beating, Stop pumping pack your stuffs soon you will be leaving
Stomp the feeling, we are useless, we are jumping we are squealing
You could have prepared me
You should have repaired me so I can love again
You don't even control
You just confuse the roll of the hemisphere
The line will be straight
And they will call it fate
As soon as you will stop pounding
We never could compute a lethal substitute
Our hearts could not stop sounding
Should I breathe using you ? will there be life underneath you ?
Stop beating, Stop pumping pack your stuffs soon you will be leaving
Stomp the feeling, we are jumping, we are useless, we are squealing
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Frienemy
03:48
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How long can my grip hold, seeing your smile getting rusty
and your fake attention grow bigger each time in front of me
How long can your lie sustain, one day you will die and it will testify
against your turning my dearest friend, or shall I say my frienemy
Turn around and behold me
All them bounds, no more, I'm so free
Praise your transformation wake up and blame it on me
How long are my wounds in real, more than you could feel you repetitive reel
When you pat my shoulder, it makes it colder, go ahead, stab me already
Everything is under your nose, How our story goes from a stitch to a rose
but you just keep going, without knowing that your game, is up to me
Turn around and behold me
All them bounds, no more, I'm so goddamn free
Praise your transformation, wake up and blame it on me
They will find out, so late, like me
I don't doubt, I know you hate my irony
Fuck you again I won't mend the holes of your hypocrisy
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Fruitless talks spotted in the middle of cheap thinking
Where brain should stay operational
Do you hate the rational ?
Am I the one to blame ? we are all the same
The nonsense became so intense
Teach me biochemistry, Throw your eyes at me
Tell me you and I are wrong, Cut my words cut my tongue
The stars are ageing, Your face is fading
For help I'm calling since with you I am falling
Shadows of the two of us chained
Reflection is a crime the wise man explained
Periphery of love it ain't my turn
if it's not I shall never return.
Love be a vulture tonight, Break the lid
Why do you repel all the things you already did
When they hear your name they blink
They smile and shout I'm bound to think
That I made a mistake
I have to pay, hit the brake
Feeling caught me recklessly
Chasing me endlessly
Its gun is loaded
It shot me blindfolded
They'd hate to see us sitting face to face
You never showed up at our meeting place
Calculating worm is all what you are
Angels prostrate when you drive your car
Love be a vulture tonight Break the lid
Why do you repel all the things you already did
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Dyslexic Elefant
05:52
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He never came across, He never got it all
Every time he tries to make something right he falls
In the sharpest matters, Through the floating feathers
He can be confused with steady walls
He repeals joy, He is more than repellent
We enjoy how stupid are his arguments
He couldn't distinguish between cold and hot
So we decided that live he should not
Words are forgotten
His brain is rotten
It ain't relevant now
It ain't elephant now
Now he's facing god with wide open eyes
And he stood odd looking for some wise
He shouted his name in the face of his maker
What a stupid reaction has he ever done better ?
You didn't have to shout, You didn't have to yell
Now you can't see heaven, neither see hell
Don't try to find a point to this story
Now he's doing well in the purgatory
Words are forgotten
His brain is rotten
It ain't relevant now
It ain't elephant now
Now that he's not alive where two plus two equals five
People like enraged apes, The wanting to escape
Over the pearly gates, despite of their lying faith
Screams and he crumbles, he insults and he humbles
He tries to negotiate, the becoming of his fate
The response was clear, You are meant to be here
Life was headed to you but all you used to do
Is criticize and wank, make noises with your trunk
Words are forgotten
Your brains are rotten
It seems relevant now
you are the elephant now
This seems not making sense at all, Now from your throne you fall
The elephant dwells in the zoo, It's all about you
You are the dumb, the pathetic, the pointless dyslexic
You are the point to this story, A hole without glory
You'll be forgotten
Useless and rotten
All this time, fighting for
Stupid kids and an ugly whore.
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9. |
Gravity Always Wins
04:04
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You let low society anticipate
Get rid of faith so we can contemplate
You force the knowledge to pin and 'to fix'
Pretentious words and a few language tricks
Photographs of lighters and Johnnie Walker®
Put your feet on the ground you motherfucker
Being milked you forgot one immense thing
Gravity always wins.
Someone should take the risk and rise the social level
So we can recognize the demon from the devil
You boast your merits and dare to call it art
If you think we consume it you're far from being smart
I find your overwhelming attention fake
Are you sure you're not just another china-make ?
Photographs of lighters and Johnnie Walker®
Put your feet on the ground you motherfucker
Being milked you forgot one hell of a thing
Gravity always wins.
Expecting good from a bunch of brainless bastards
Life gave them money and cars and they went backwards
Being milked is one hell of a shame
Gravity always wins the game
Gravity always wins.
You can have it all
You can't want it all
Heavy brains prostrate to the floor
James Dean is not alive anymore
Jeane Baker used to go down low
Kennedies crumbled with the undertow
Photographs of belongings make you proud
You think you're a millionaire, you ain't worth a pound
You think you're a millionaire, you ain't worth a pound
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Stupid People Hattery
04:31
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Claim the intelligence
Undermine your motivation
Kill for a change
Destroy then arrange
Your IQ is way too limited can you find sense to these words
I bet you won't
Suture you mouth
Your horrifying mouth
Your meaningless mouth
Your sluggish mouth
The movement of your lips tells me that you're blaspheming and pouring mean words
Instead of posing them on my stray sad face, but I'll be dragged northwards
See you in the stupid people hattery
Where lack of brain is a human drain
They lurk their untidy heads just awfully
You should do it too get in the queue
One after one
In an endless line
Everyone gets a hat
And then joins the chat
Oh they are talking too much I might bash their heads With a nail puller
And just scatter their smashed bloody stupid empty brains on the ground
What keeps getting worse
Is that we are cursed
artless generation
nothing but dust
They're planning to build a splendid guild where the unbidden is the king and the voiceless sings
See you in the stupid people hattery
where lack of brain is
lurking their untidy heads just awfully
you should do it too get in the queue
(Buy me one stupid hat)
See you in the stupid people hattery
Where lack of brain is a human drain
They lurk their untidy heads just awfully
You should do it too get in the queue
See you in the stupid people hattery
Where lack of brain is a human drain
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What else keeps reminding me that life is a piggy fest
Two years pretending and fighting well go and get some rest
Friends talking down and then hating whenever they give their ears
We've known the peak and befriended the deep doesn't it grind your gears ?
You are the muppets and we are TSP
Controllers in disguise no one will ever see
We don't share the precious and don't show off the rare
Go out and win the race, Like we even fucking care
We're not the same stop comparing the misfit with the lame
All hell broke free when the devil and me went fighting for his flame
Your sins are our most gentle acts, don't push us to react
You do it to provoke, We take it as a joke
You are the muppets and we are TSP
The Strings Pullers justify reasons for clarity
We don't share the precious and don't show off the rare
Go out and win the race, Like we even fucking care
We are the muppets and you are TSP
Some wankers in disguise and we don't ask to see
We do share the shit, And do show of the lame
We also back stab each other, Just for the fucking fame.
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12. |
Goodbye You Vampyre Scum
04:50
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I've got a question for us who is the most credible ?
It's the one who has the power to eat and devour mankind
Waste of men had sips of you wave to love
When you screw everything is up to you
A cork to your cousins another to the dozens
Of teenagers who ripped your fence
You had it going on, And you said it on the phone
My love, I've tried to keep on rolling but your road is so worn and curved
I keep dreaming about the second-hand plates on which you've been served
A pink strand through your hair the riddle is lying there, Pile driving in his lair
A sinful temptation, Tart touch frustration, You are the point I've scored
Vaseline while hiding, Maintain the riding, Bite your lip till you are bored
I'll be in my room conversant in with the gloom about the flower I once adored
You had it going on and you said it one the phone
My love, I've tried to keep on rolling but your road is so worn and curved
I keep dreaming about the second-hand plates on which you've been served
You keep digging in your lizard brain while I melt and wallow
Identities are well stacked in the things you swallow
You're blown like some joker's cigar
You're blew like some autist's flute
You're worn like some red-neck's guitar
You're decayed like some tramp's fruit
Our future is less bright, Euphoria of the night
My love, Incommunicado my ears are buzzing from your endless tales
Incommunicado you're an object that everyone can just share.
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The Strings Pullers Constantine, Algeria
The Strings Pullers, (TSP) are an independent rock band from Constantine, known to be the first conquerors of the 'Indie'
altitude around town, TSP members are :
-Eric Nauphel ( Songwriter, Vocals, Guitar, Keys, Mixing, Mastering )
-Nigel Nadjib ( Guitars, Piano, Synth, Keys, Bass, Melodica, Backing Vocals )
-Jacob Azizi ( Bass, Guitar, Vocals )
-Malik Viking ( Drums, Percussions )
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