As the delta mines its 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 .