Middle Class Iconoclast EP

by Piper Moreau

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released December 9, 2014

all tracks written and composed by piper l.d. except track 5 by blixa bargeld/einstürzende neubauten

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Track Name: Fear & Fuckall
it all blurs to staccato bursts
of heat and noise and paranoia
timeless and sterile
empty shell drops to a concrete floor

cast your stones into the stairwell
teenage snuff film shot in hell
can you see me with my skin pulled back

pull my ribs apart two halves to hold
and the music swells as my guts unfold
timeless and sterile
treading water downhill

cast your stones into the stairwell
teenage snuff film shot in hell
am i pretty with my head bent back

if i wanted to die i would have done it already
but i guess the same goes for life
and i'm staring down the barrel of a loaded closed circuit
fix my makeup in the sick blue webcam light

duct taped ankles at the bottom of a stairwell
infected carpet burns, what a show, what a tell
you've watched long enough to know i can't go back

stick or twist
i don't miss
fear and fuck all
at my fingertips
Track Name: Splitter
well just like you said
i'm a child i am weak
i don't know if it's better
now that we don't speak
and just like you said
you're still dying too soon
i drink to your name
alone in my room

spit your teeth at me
one two three
spit your teeth at me

and just like you said
everything has gone wrong
over there on your end
you're still singing the same song
at the very least we're not breaking any laws
i hope someone who loves you more breaks your fucking jaw
Track Name: Long Black Nails
think i love you, is that too far
drink until my accent slips
got both elbows on the bar
long black nails and mean black lips

polaroids of my legs
taped to the back of your guitar
perfumed lace in an envelope
used to go over my scars

at a deadlock dr. robert pulls up
my smile's all reflex dripping syrup
but for you i'm what i like best
just for you i'm what i like best

dangled my feet over the river
stiletto fell into the dark
nine, ten seconds to make a sound
felt the echo in my heart

you ask me why i bother
i paint your nails breathe in the tar
your shoes next to my shoes
i think i love you, is that too far

at a deadlock dr robert pulls up
my smile's all reflex dripping syrup
but for you i'm what i like best
just for you i'm what i like best

how do you fake it through all the good times
it's not what you're made for
it's what you make of it

isn't it

think i love you, is that too far
drink until my accent slips
got both elbows on the bar
long black nails and mean black lips

back on deathwatch dr robert pulls up
change your bandages
it should be my job
for you i'm what you need most
just for you i'm what you need most
Track Name: Middle Class Iconoclast
middle class iconoclast
gun to the head spray painted black
sick of faking a smile in the checkout aisle
it's on

blurred visionary
angry young and free
making factual errors for accuracy
and he cuts off what looks good and throws it at my feet

and says it goes in one era and out the other
it's never hope that lets us recover
i could save the world in a weekend if i only had the time

letters to the government
'see you in hell' as a return address
he walks the streets in his dad's fatigues
it's on

waves to the cameras as they pass him by
kiss me through the riot shield
it's going to be a long night
look who's out of the armchair with their very own holy war to fight

it goes in one era and out the other
it's never hope that lets us recover
i could save the world in a weekend if i only had the time

what's going on
no i'm not wrong
Track Name: Sabrina
it's not the red of the dying sun
the morning sheets' surprising stain
it's not the red of which we bleed
the red of cabernet savignon
a world of ruin all in vein
it's not that red

it's not as golden as zeus's famous shower
it doesn't not at all come from above
it's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
it's not as gold as memory
or the age of the same name
it's not that gold

i wish this would be your colour
i wish this would be your colour
i wish this would be your colour
your colour, i wish

it is as black as malevich's square
the cold furnace in which we stare
a high pitch on a future scale
it is a starless winter night's tale
it suits you well
it is that black

i wish this would be your colour
i wish this would be your colour
i wish this would be your colour
your colour, i wish