Connection Lyrics - Nuclear Furniture - Jefferson Starship

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