About Me
The Limousines were born over instant messenger in the summertime while singer Eric Victorino was in England recording an album with his former band and Nozebleed was cranking out beats back home in the Bay Area. For the duration of that hot, fateful summer, they exchanged A/S/L stats and full body shots, told their favorite dirty jokes and shared their deepest, darkest secrets complete with winky-faced emoticons! Alright, maybe it didn’t happen exactly like that but one thing was certain, the Limousines were something that needed to happen... Limos were on the backburner until January 2008 when Eric left his former band and found himself with more free time.
we've thrown demos up on this profile and given them away, some only stay in the player available for download for a matter of days before we erase them... if you keep checking up on us you could end up with documented evolution of songs from skeletons to flesh, silky skin and sexy shoes and make up. so collect them all, while supplies last :) - This page is best enjoyed with headphones.
NEW YEARS RESOLUTION it was already new year's eve again and we were living other people's lives, letting days go by... we were cold and disconnected, we were helplessly watching everything from the outside and when we tried to change the channel, none of the buttons worked and every passing minute was another reminder of just how much we could hurt and freezing on the rooftop of our building bathed in rich purple after midnight sky we wasted the first few hours of a brand new year wishing we could fly... and we tapped on the glass and we laughed to ourselves thinking how much have we let just pass us by, i can't believe we've wasted so much time wishing we could fly. up there on the rooftop was an ocean, waves of baby blue california morning sky, we made our resolutions for a brand new year, no more letting days go by. we could crash land and burst into flames, it's alright, at least we tried...
DANCING AT HER FUNERAL decorated in lights and surrounded by traffic cones there was a car crashed wrapped around a telephone pole with a soft layer of fire fighter's chemical foam the stranger's favorite song still playing on the radio - nobody knows the trouble i've seen, the trouble i've been through - and as the ambulance takes her to the hospital the only words she can say are can you take me home before her spirit escapes her as a soft blue glow oh no... and we'll be dancing at her funeral, dancing at her funeral - now they're digging a hole, cutting her name in stone, sending out invitations to her friends back home, digging a hole, cutting her name in stone, oh no....
TO BE ADORED is it acceptance or forgiveness i’m asking more of you thee days i find myself digging deeper and deeper graves, it’s easy to lose my way with this fucked up foggy head full of chemicals when all i ever wanted was to be adored and lifted up. i’m sick and getting sicker, oh my doctors, they don’t understand the records of my afflictions in their hands - they say take this drug so you can make fake love and you’ll be lifted up - take this drug so you can make fake love and you’ll be lifted up - let’s take this drug so we can make fake love and we’ll be lifted up.................................all i ever wanted was to be adored and lifted up.
I THINK I CAN I think I can...
1998 (SCRAPBOOK) the years gone by are captured in a scrapbook that I made I scribbled details of my memories in the corners of each page - a christmas morning photograph from nineteen-ninety-eight, the living room still looks exactly the same but it's amazing how drastically our faces have changed. i'm left with foggy bits of history and i'm flipping through the pages, pictures taken in the summertime before they all moved away, whatever came of so-and-so? the black haired girl from outer space - last i heard i think she switched teams and ran off with what's-her-face - i have trouble remembering names.
PLANS/COINCIDENCE each and every moment of the lives we've lived have led directly to this bright new day and what we make of it and every single choice we've made along the way is a twist of fate, our plans, they may as well be just coincidence and i don't ask why, i don't ask why, i just let go - the tide rolls in and i float out with it...
VERY BUSY PEOPLE
we'll end up numb from playing video games and we'll get sick of having sex and we'll get fat from eating candy as we drink ourselves to death, we'll stay up late making mix tapes photoshopping pictures of ourselves while we masturbate to these pixelated videos of strangers fucking themselves - we are very busy people but we've always got time for new friends... that donnie darko DVD has been repeating for a week and we know every single word, i've got an ipod like a pirate ship i'll sail the seas with fifty thousand song i've never heard - all the best of them go fa la la la la la la la...
bling is sold out for now... but if you absolutely can not live without some fly gear, just harrass us constantly and eventually we may think about maybe making more.
NYR video by Spunx
VBP video by Spunx
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