Now I'll
be journalese and tell you
About
the story of the Blue Ox Babes,
Three
men and girl,
Approaching something
final, no discouragement.
Somewhat
confused by local trends via vaudevillian
rock,
Oppressed by these,
Sprang forth a new dimension in rhythm and bop.
Yasmin sighing.
Steven living above his means but trying.
The story goes
The
four experienced much nourishment,
Inner
strength paid parcel to a lower form of
high anxiety.
In as much as a year's
worth of time spent crafting these trusty
tunes,
Brought forth by four,
Summoned up a question of attitude.
This is the ballad of the Blue Ox Babes,
This is the ballad of the Blue Ox.
This is the ballad of the Blue Ox Babes,
This is the ballad of the Blue Ox.
Time rolled on and nothing but the future held anyone back,
And as sure as hell,
There was nothing that could hold any of us back.
And if not pulling punches means giving,
that's all any of them got,
We all had our trials and tribulations,
But now that's over and gone.
Yasmin sighing.
Steven living above his means but trying.
Now I've been journalese and told you
About the story of the Blue Ox Babes,
Three men and girl
Approaching
something final, no discouragement.
This
is the ballad of the Blue Ox Babes,
This
is the ballad of the Blue Ox.
This
is the ballad of the Blue Ox Babes,
This is the ballad of the Blue Ox.
