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time vial runs dry
and I leave my home
aboard the first airship out

the flying steed tramples clouds as the ground races by
a colorful monk mans the wheel as I contemplate the long way down
he sends me into the cargo hold
it smells of steel and gasoline
the engine roars as we ascend

it is full of his belongings
he tells me to cast them into the yonder
they crash amongst the ditches splintering in the green sea

you see, he purchased objects of no use to himself
just to say he had them
they went unused for ages and only weighed on his soul
by ridding himself of these possessions
he seeks to reclaim who he was so long ago

within the hull I marvel at the mess
possessions tossed into a heap

the unkempt monk traded some beads for a plane
and now spreads his wealth
no matter how much I unload its size does not shrink
trinkets materialize before me and I cannot keep up
I ask and get no answer

many miles later I end my own foolish conquest
I cannot defeat it
but they all must go
he tried giving them away
but gave back in

airship stutters and stalls
and then comes the long fall
we fall down and quiet monk sits with arms folded
too heavy I think
its he who sunk us
but it is I who filled my pockets
I throw off my coat but its too late

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from Onward Demo, released July 27, 2012

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Edit The Sad Parts Geneva, New York

Edit the Sad Parts is Ryan and Tom. We began with recorded improv in a dirty bedroom. Now we write songs about people in a slightly cleaner basement.

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