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 .