Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Connection, artist - Jefferson Starship. Album song Nuclear Furniture, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 29.05.1984
Record label: Jefferson Starship
Song language: English
Connection |
| Warm… round the hunting fire |
| Wrapped in the robes of the dead warrior |
| Protected from ferocious winds |
| Under the shield of the dead gladiator |
| Standing in the darkness of this stagecraft |
| All is black I cannot see your faces I need |
| Light I want to see your eyes |
| Let my voice wash over your faces |
| Connection |
| Connection |
| Whoaa ohhh |
| A hundred thousand years ago |
| People livin' in bone white cities |
| Comin' and goin' on streets of silver |
| Talkin' future history |
| Then something very strong went wrong |
| And suddenly |
| People gathered round the hunting fires |
| (Huddled in caves like animal, not human) |
| Round the warmth of the late night fire |
| Cities gone, memories fading |
| Spend their lives round the late night fire |
| Give their souls to the hunting fire |
| Seeking each other’s company |
| Tryin' to remember ancient history |
| They lost connection |
| They lost contact |
| They need to touch you |
| Reach out across the ages and touch you |
| Meanwhile somewhere in the 20th century |
| A young girl named Phoebe Caulfield |
| Plops herself down on the sofa |
| Pops open a soda and watches you |
| She likes to watch murderer talk |
| She likes to see them on my TV |
| She likes to watch them how they walk |
| She likes to hear what they say |
| It’s like a car crash |
| Bloody fascination |
| You wonder how they get their shoes tied |
| Sit and stare at the horror there |
| She knows you watch them too |
| Stranglers, murderers, snipers, terrorists |
| Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones |
| All them looking for |
| Connection |
| They lost contact |
| They lost direction |
| They need sexual, mystical |
| Magical, uninterrupted, Peter Gabriel like |
| Contact |
| Here I am |
| Again inside |
| This darkness |
| All is black |
| I cannot see your future |
| Give me light |
| I want to see your eyes |
| Just a little light |
| Inside your future |
| A small connection |
| Connection |
| Ah!!! |
| I’d like to see Jesus and Mohammad |
| On the road to Damascus |
| What did you think they would say |
| Would they fight with knives clenched in their teeth |
| Like Jews and Arabs today |
| Or would they walk and speak |
| Like philosophers and thinkers |
| Amused at each other’s insights |
| Relishing the brain waves there |
| Round the warmth of the hunting fire |
| Eager for, hungry for |
| They got to have |
| You know they love |
| Connection |
| Contact |
| Communion |
| And let our two great religions |
| Cease their senseless struggle |
| It only hurts the children |
| Connection |
| Connection |