Gone Jackals (The)
Blue Pyramid
As the delta mines it's run
There's no one source, there's just the sum
Of masters, slaves
The laying bare of tortured souls
A lonely wail, sensuous moan
Sober, stoned
Once upon a time
My fascination grew
I found myself at the foot
Of a blue pyramid
Tucked within the mountain's robes
Are jazz and country, rock and soul
Hip hop, doo wop
Timeless tones of gold
Haunt a lost plateau
There is no turning back
On the blue pyramid
Its power and magic grow
In echos, new and old
Never may it peak
The blue pyramid
From Paroles Mania