I Traded My Body For An Interstellar Getaway

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Introduction to our concept album about the Heaven's Gate suicide-cult and what happened to them after (assuming there was a spaceship trailing the Hale-Bop comet).

lyrics

All aboard the window seats are almost gone
Paging all of those who want to come along,
The spades behind you, leave before your worlds restored
We leave it up to you, Its everything or nothing more

ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah

We'll give you a ride
For five seventy-five
Last chance to stay alive
So make sure that your shoes are tied

Good for you, you found a way to overcome
All the things that keep you underneath the sun
Take a sip and join us on a higher plane
While the rest repeat, there's nothing lost and you remain

For God's sake kid
Its too late now for changing your mind
Its not suicide

A cheers to life
A cheers to leaving
Raise your glass to what we're achieving
(I'll let you in my fathers house)

ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah

We'll give you a ride
For five seventy-five
Last chance to stay alive
So make sure that your shoes are tied

credits

from Teamsmanship EP, track released January 24, 2013
Brandon Niznik
Colin O'Shaughnessy Tucker
Ian McGuiness
Stanislaus Naoharu Loken

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Wolodarsky Los Angeles, California

Wolodarsky is a bi-coastal outfit (3/4 CA, 1/4 NY) that plays bobo-kiki type (you know, supple-yet-hard, as phonetic as our name) tunes about girls and suicide cults (they're kinda the same thing really).

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