TRADESKILL EPIPHANIES
[a tribute to tradeskill fixation]
(set to the tune of "Breakfast At Tiffany's" by Fleetwood Mac)
You say that we've got nothing for Kahmon,
No acrylia or skins to start from,
and my armor is falling apart.
You'll say that I can't bake, sew, or tailor...
My tradeskill life is a failure,
With the hours I blow, its not fair.
And I said, "What about Tradeskill Epiphanies?"
She said, "I think I remember the skills
and as I recall, pottery, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's one skill we got."
I'm so hosed - a man who tried making jewelry,
But my intelligence screwed me,
I guess I was wrong.
So what now? It's plain to see I'm skill-free,
And the vendors that buy stick it to me
'cause my charisma is crap.
And I said, "What about Tradeskill Epiphanies?"
She said, "I think I remember the skills
and as I recall, fishing, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's one skill we got."
You say "Man I wish I was Kahmon,
his tailoring's miles from the bottom."
My tradeskill dreams fall apart.
You say, "It's ok that you're not a master.
Try drinking -- the skill rises faster,
and you're drunk so you just don't care."
And I said, "What about Tradeskill Epiphanies?"
She said, "I think I remember the skills
and as I recall, begging, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's one skill we got."
(instrumental)
And I said, "What about Tradeskill Epiphanies?"
She said, "I think I remember the skills
and as I recall, bowyering, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's one skill we got."
And I said, "What about Tradeskill Epiphanies?"
She said, "I think I remember the skills
and as I recall, fletching, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's one skill we got."
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