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.