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"Blue Pyramid" de Gone JackalsAs 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. | 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.
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