Limousine Mmmm​.​.​. (Deluxe Edition)

by La Shark

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released November 23, 2013

All songs by La Shark (N.H.A. Buxton, Samuel Geronimo Deschamps, Sami El-Enany, Benjamin Francis Markham, Love Maynard)

© La Shark + Pour Femme 2012

Produced by Mikko Gordon and La Shark
Engineered by Sean Woodlock 

Design by Jordan Chatwin. 
Photography by Socrates Mitsios

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Track Name: Magazine Cover
We’re not all tortured we can be pleasant people to talk to,
It may be 80/20 how much we blow our own trumpets how much we acknowledge you,
We were not always this way,
You’d be surprised at what Willy Wonka’s golden ticket can do for your children,
Sent through the roof in a glass elevator,
Then you gotta sit them down and tell them fairy-tails are made up, I never got the memo,
That’s why I never take things personally get to personal.

I saw a Magazine Cover
Headline read, “Samuel Deschamps’ dead,
There goes the greatest song writer that ever lived.”
I saw a magazine cover,
Witness’s said, “It happened on stage,
Big head his body collapsed under the weight.”

It’s not a curse, blow them to big and the bubbles they burst,
I am the soapy residue of something that once was stroking an ego the size of a school bus,
It’s not a crime noses get busted but people get along just fine,
And all of this so called pressure, any closer and I’d swallow the camera.

Chorus

For a minute there, perched up on my karaoke cloud
I looked down on myself and honestly I can say now that I was at my happiest,
On the conveyor belt of a 24/7 common denominator economy price,
Falling off the edge.

I saw a Magazine Cover
Headline read, “Samuel Deschamps’ dead,
There goes the greatest song writer that ever lived”,
I saw a Magazine Cover,
Witness’s said, “It happened on stage, big head his body collapsed under the weight.”
I saw a Magazine Cover
Headline said, “Samuel Deschamps’ dead there goes
God’s greatest gift to no one”
I saw a Magazine Cover, witnesses said “It was over in moments, last thing I heard he said he’d gone solo.”
Track Name: Sum It Up
Baby girl, I’m good with numbers,
But I’ve got a love for you, I dunno how to work it out.
Baby girl, I’m good with numbers,
But I’ve got a love for you, I dunno how to work it out.
Sum it up –
Don’t put in words, cause actions speak louder,
I couldn’t be prouder of what we’ve done in just a year,
Cos’ it’s the first anniversary.

When life as we knew it was turning to shit,
You only got better with every kiss, with every kiss,
With every kiss.

Every creature needs a partner, don’t need a future I’ve got a hard on.
You’ve got a raison d’etre you’ve got a household pet you’ve got a High Street sex shop in just one dick.
You’ve got a heart of steel gates open for a girl she’s shown you how to feel again.

When life as we knew it was turning to shit,
You only got better with every kiss, with every kiss,
With every kiss.

Lone ranger riding out into the sun,
All you’ve got is your horse hat and gun.
Get out my way cowboy…
The benefits of regular sex for regular men with regular lives
For regular husbands and regular wives.

When life as we knew it was turning to shit,
You only got better with every kiss, with every kiss,
With every kiss.
Track Name: Mr Modern Man
And I know he’s been shy and nervous but won’t you give him a chance?
I know he’s not typical but he’s got a pretty smile and he can dance,
I just want to meet the perfect man, the perfect man
Come on sir you’ve had a blonde before
They’re in every corner, real fur or fake fur,
With another garcon on their shoulder, on their shoulder
I just want to meet the perfect man, the perfect man

Modern man, Mr modern man
Someone to hold me until I drift off.
Modern Man, Mr modern man
Someone to fuck me, then hold me like I’m injured

I’ve seen him making sculptures in the morning bring clay and barbed wire to life,
Be his housewife, maybe he can bring you to life.
I just want to meet the perfect man, the perfect man

Modern man, Mr modern man
Someone to hold me until I drift off.
Modern man, Mr modern man
Somebody dirty who covers me in finger prints.

I need a body, I need a body, I need a body
I don’t mean this one I need another
Someone to send me into a slumber
La petite mort la petite mort

Modern man, Mr modern man etc.

You met her at a multi-sex salon and you held hands as the bleach did damage to sensitive scalps
Or maybe on an Easyjet flight to who knows where,
Baby, the planes about to land don’t you miss your chance to join the mile high gang…
Is this your modern man?

I just want to meet the perfect man, meet the perfect man and the man is...
Track Name: Your Hole My Hole
I’ll be the chimney outside smoking like a guy,
You’ll be the fish in the well drinking like a girl
I know you’re sharing a bed but are we sharing a brain
How many secret trapdoors has she found on your climbing frame torso
Is it the same, why is it that you’re so easy to sway.

Your hole is my hole,
Accusations aside I’m not trespassing.
My hole is your hole,
I’ve got wings on my feet taking me to your street.

You are a woman of class boy on each arm,
Trapped between two sheet of glass that’s all we are.
How is it double glazing would punish you for your sins?
You say I’m born in a barn well at least all my doors are open
And if all else fails…
Have I disappeared?
I’m under you nails.

Your hole is my hole
Accusations aside I’m not trespassing
My hole is your hole
I’ve got wings on my feet taking me to your street.

I’ll be the chimney outside smoking like a guy,
You’ll be the fish in the well drinking like a girl
I know we are sharing a bed but are you sharing a brain
How many secret trapdoors has he found on your climbing frame torso
Is it the same?
Are you loving him more so?
I’m just saying…

Your hole is my hole
Accusations aside I’m not trespassing
My hole is your hole
I’ve got wings on my feet taking you to my street.
Track Name: Did You Ever Grow Up
Offices climb on them
Secretaries get with them
Analogue Radios
Tune into the white noise
Hair brush in the mirror boy
Sing until you’ve got a voice

Did you ever grow up,
Or did you just get into your parents clothes?
Did you ever grow up,
Or did you just get into your parents clothes?

Did you ever grow up……

Did you fall in the punch and never recover
Flat on your face from a little too much to a little too little.
These are all friendly faces even if they’re Ivory and trying to make it with you
If you‘d only come up,
You would see this is no dark path, no dark path, no dark path.

Did you ever grow up or were you too focussed on your career path
Did you ever grow up or did you just spend it signing autographs

Did you ever grow up…..
Track Name: Animals
Security broke your nose last saturday,
and I just thought how good you looked in crimson,
bruises like a panda bears eyes...
I'm just getting off, on violent television,
but it ain’t know different
It's easy to laugh when you feel so distant.
Steam roller takes down a brother by the laces,
and I just thought that all he needed was oregano to make a convincing take away meal.
I'm just getting off on violent exhibition,
I'm one malicious, Homosapien adolescent.

The Animals of the Earth.
Coming together in all our innocence,
Together as one.
The Animals of the earth.
Coming together to feast on the scraps,
Together as one.

Majority, voted on a massacre.
A Mississippi burning...
An Anglo saxon yearning
I'm just getting off, I'm red hot from the action.
But it ain’t Die Hard,
The people they cried as they walked through the glass.

Chorus

The animals of the earth
Coming together in all our ignorance, together as one,
For the slaughter of a man..
Coming together

Celebrating death with popcorn
Celebrating death with popcorn
You only get what you want ,
At another mans cost.
You only get what you want ,
At another mans loss.

Chorus
Track Name: Prison Palace
We're only taking the tools, taking the tools we were given,
and forging a home out of cold, cold steel.
and looks can be deceiving from the outside...
but i can make adjustments - Red velvet and Chandeliers.

Wether you're using the fuel fooling around with another,
or home on your own nailing slats of wood where the natural light should come through
looks can be deceiving ... from way up there.
but i can make adjustments - Red velvet and chandeliers.

Chorus

His Prison is a Palace since you walked down the corridor baby,
chains around your ankles.
Her prison is a palace, stumbling into a lonely cell blindly,
showing you it's not so bad.

Playing a game of solitaire on your own...
putting on fur to go to the museum....
I was trapped in a cave waiting for tides to come in,
somebody through me a spade and said "come along"...
"You need to be taking the tools,
taking the tools you are given,
and forging a home out of cold, cold steel.
and looks can be deceiving. looks can be decieving"
but i can make adjustments - Red velvet and chandeliers.

Chorus
Track Name: I Know What You Did Last Summer
Nature can be our temple,
I’ll hold you to me girl while the sun settles,
You think you got off scott free……
A picture of innocence covered in ivy
You think you hit the home straight …..
A picture of innocence making a daisy chain

I know what you did last summer,
you took another guy for a lover.
I know what you did last summer,
you took another guy for a lover.

Maybe I’m not hard enough on you then
I tried sit ups to get more masculine,
You can see light at the end of the tunnel,
A picture of innocence
Kitty cat on all fours.

I know what you did last summer,
you took another guy for a lover.
I know what you did last summer,
you took another guy for a lover.

Did I fiddle with your brain?
Did I muddle with the cogs?
Did I release the Bull in the china shop?

Lady I’ve seen this mystery unfold
You taste just like Listerine
You made me a cuckold
I’m no push over
A picture of innocence a glass of gin and juice.

I know what you did last summer,
you took another guy for a lover.
I know what you did last summer,
you took another guy for a lover.

You took him for a drive in your car,
the same car we made love in.
I know what you did last Summer,
you took another guy for a lover.
Track Name: A Weapon
Right out the stretcher,
(to you to you to you)
Into your clutches,
(it’s too good, it’s too good, it’s too good)
Right off the crutches,
(to you to you to you)
To your embrace,

Being with you ‘aint technical it’s far too good, Its far too good,
It doesn't challenge me.
Being with you ‘aint technical it’s far too good, it's far too good,
It doesn't challenge me. Challenge me!

Cause i'm stuck....
In the rhythm of things
I never thought i'd ever get married,
Now i'm stuck....
In the middle,
I just feel a little bit worried

I was in the wars,
(to you to you to you)
now i'm in your arms,
(it’s too good, it’s too good, it’s too good)
I was on the inside, 
(to you to you to you)
now i'm in your Queen size,
No surprise there.

Cause i'm stuck....
In the rhythm of things
I never thought i'd ever get married,
Now i'm stuck....
In the middle,
I just feel like

When you come home to me holding me is not enjoyable
It's far too comfortable
It's far too comfortable
It's just like cotton wool
It's just like cotton wool 
It's far too comfortable
It's far too comfortable....

Cause i'm stuck....
Iv'e got two left feet.
Stuck....
I never felt so incomplete
Stuck...
At your mercy,
In your submission.
Stuck in the middle 
Sex is a weapon.
Track Name: Don't Be Stiff
Don't be stiff, don't be frigid,
always accept sweets from strangers,
Don't be nervous, don't be precious,
just a carcass for hyenas...

Get out your cocoons
brothers and sister...uhuhuh
Get out your cocoons
brothers and sister...uhuhuh

Chorus

Don't be stiff, don't be frigid and i don't mean you've gotta get f**ked,
just open up a little, show it off like a Pin up on a calendar or a catwalk model
a pin up on a calendar or a catwalk model.

Using my hips as a metal detector ,
The bleeping get's faster, when i reach my treasure.
I know you shed a tear when you saw the graffiti but classroom 4C's
wall's just jealous you're pretty.

Get out your cocoons brothers and sisters,
Break out the armour that's weighing you down.
Show me some skin baby get undone ... I'll cherish you.

Don't be stiff, don't be frigid and i don't mean you've gotta get...
just open up a little, show it off like a........

Get out your cocoons brothers and sisters,
break out the armour that's weighing you down.
Show me some skin baby get undone ... i'll cherish you like a pokemon...

whaaaaaaaaa

Chorus

You've got to show it off...
for flesh and fortune , don't be afraid .
flesh and fortune
flesh and fortune
flesh and fortune
flesh and fortune, don’t be afraid, don't be afraid .
Track Name: Second Chance
I'm only asking for a second chance,
So I can put the bullet back.
So I can put the bullet back,
when you've taken it out, when we are happy again.
And let me tell you that its serious.
This condition I have, begins with a P I think?..
I like to burn things down, myself, others around me,
anyone in the building between 1 and 1:30.
I'm not the only one who feels this way.
Someone done it to me. Back in 2008.
I never understood self destruction,
but now I know how it feels to eat out of her plate...
I'm only asking for a second chance.
I'm only asking for a second chance.
Track Name: A Quoi Ca Sert L'amour Rein
quelque chose magnifique , une vraie fille fantastique,
I never meant to do her wrong....
mais j'etais colle a elle , comme un morceau de chewing gum

sure....quelqu'un comme une soeur
mouth like a motor, i don't wanna serve ,
all by myself in a tennis court.
caught inside the web you wanted me alive but now i'm dead.
dead to you.

I wanna turn you upside down..
mets toi en arriere,
je me mettrai derriere vous ,
i wanna throw you to the ground...
hold on to your hair
je me mettrai derriere vous,

chorus

a quoi ca sert l'amour?.... rien
it's only eating away at everything you have.
you had it all .... Glamour, Class...
It's only taking away from everything you stand for

Bon! on est tout content, babies got
couer sur les bras avec les lettres de mon nom dedans.
Alas ... it's only mouth to mouth,
inhale, exhale, in and out ...
now I've got a life support machine to weigh me down.

I wanna turn you upside down...
je me mettrai , en dessous,
un cheval pour vous.
I wanna throw you to the ground....
hold on to your bow,
HI HO silver.. go!

chorus

j'ai le couer comme une boit de musique
helpless in front of her,
people laugh at the hopeless romantic ....ahahahaha

We are just sour grapes, once we were sweet,
and as the blossom came, it fell to the street.
and i awoke in a daze.. a severed limb.
it takes your everything....

chorus