Connection Lyrics
| Song | Connection |
| Artist | Jefferson Starship |
| Album | Nuclear Furniture |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Unused lyrics at beginning of lyric sheet： | |
| 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 |
| Unused lyrics at beginning of lyric sheet: | |
| 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 |
| Unused lyrics at beginning of lyric sheet: | |
| 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 |
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