Blue pyramid
Gone Jackals
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.
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.
Izvajalec: Gone Jackals