Текст песни
(Connection)
Hundred thousand years ago
People living in bone white cities
Coming and going on streets of silver
Talking future histories
Then something very strong went wrong
Suddenly
People gathered 'round the hunting fires
Huddled in caves like animals, 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
Trying 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
Drops herself down on the sofa
Pops open a cola, and watches you
She likes to watch the murderers talk
She likes to see them on my TV
She likes to watch them and 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, slivers, terrorists
Political assassins, crazy ones, cool ones
All of 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
I'd like to see Jesus and Mohammed on the road to Damascus
What do 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 great ways they have
'Round the warmth of the hunting fire
Eager for, hungry for, they got to have
You know they love connection
Contact
Communion
Let our two great religions cease their senseless struggle
It only hurts the children
Connection
Connection