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Tart Touch Frustration

by The Strings Pullers

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1.
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
2.
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.
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Frienemy 03:48
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
7.
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
8.
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.
9.
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
10.
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
11.
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.
12.
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 whole album was written and performed and produced by The Strings Pullers ( TSP )
This Album is not for sale.
Tart Touch Frustration is under an independent release.
We would like to thank people who helped us go through this journey :
-Little Id for supporting the band
-Eleonora Van Eendenburg for doing such amazing artworks and for being such a sparkling sexy woman, we crave your talent
Tart Touch Frustration is dedicated to :
-Bill Hicks
-Troy Van Leuween and Dean Fertita
-The bands : Dot Legacy, A Thousand Miles
-Vladimir Putin
-Hamiti Aka El Hamti
-Lyuchka Phoenix and The Cul
-Beatriz Diaz, Sophia Nadine, Milly Osborne, Le Gnou, Adam B, all our fans and friends ( we don't have any ovem ), all the local and worldwide artists.

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released November 14, 2013

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-The Strings Pullers "The whole album was written, mixed, mastered by us".
-Eleonora van Eendenburg for her delightful contribution

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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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