hello thomas.  i'm sorry to lay this on you,
but it's been running through my head and i can't make it stop.
i realize it's pretty weak, but passing it on
is my only hope of exorcizing it from my mind ;-)

apologies to soul asylum, of course.


Title:                                   ObLameTitle:
Without a Trace                          Ballad of Peldor & Tanya
-------------------------------------    -------------------------------------

I fell in love with a hooker             I fell in love with a barmaid
She laughed in my face                   Went through thick & thin
So seriously I took her                  Finally proposed to her
I was a disgrace                         We had a good inn
I was out of line                        We had the best food
I was out of place                       We had a casino
Out of time to save face                 Everyone loved us
See the open mouth of my suitcase        And told us so
Saying leave this place                  Now I'm left in a daze
Leave without a trace                    I want to leave without a trace

I tried to get a good job                After all those adventures
with honest pay                          Thought I'd settle down
I might as well join the mob             Tried something different
The benefits are okay                    Enjoying life in a town
Standing in the sun with a popsicle      Enemies from the past and more dangers
Everything is possible                   Demons, undead, evil shapechangers
With a lot of luck and a pretty face     But the worst of the mix
And some time to waste                   is Greyhawk politics
Leave without a trace                    I need to leave without a trace

I tried to dance at a funeral            I wanted to be the Guildmaster
New Orleans style                        Sure I had a lock
I joined the Grave Dancers Union         Rejected on my wedding day
I had to file                            They just wanted to mock
Trying to do the right thing             True friends remain
play it straight                         but good times fade
The right thing changes                  Stabbed in the back
from state to state                      Ruined the plans I had made
Don't forget to take your mace           I'm out of this thieving race
If you're out walking late               Won't settle for second place
I liked to see your face                 We've packed the leather and lace
You left without a trace                 We're gonna leave without a trace


ok
dpm