Lirik Lagu Christmas NIghts in Blue - Trans-Siberian Orchestra
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NARRATION
He could have stayed there the entire nightfor to him music was the voice of godfor it never needed translationand could lift up lives that were often quite hard
but then he heard a different kind of musicfrom somewhere else close byand he followed the trail of those new notestill he found himself outside
the notes led him to a blues barthat was right next to the hoteland the angel watched some lonely people enter itand wondered if thiswas where all the lonely people did dwell
then another guardian angelwho happened to be neartold him about the old blues barand whispered in his ear
“here the tragically beautifuland the beautifully tragicdrift through this nightin a last quest for magic
their faces are masksthat so artfully disguisethe wounds in their heartsthe scars in their eyes
now these scars in their eyesnever hurt, never bleedbut like cracks in a mirrorthey distort all they see
for when the heart’s an open woundits greatest threat, I fearis that the salt rubbed into itdoes come from one’s own tears
now there are many places on this earththat one thinks that god has forgotbut one can often find an angel or a saintwhere one assumes angels and saints are not”
and then the other angel reminded himof their lord’s point of view“you’ll know them not by how they appearyou’ll know them by what they do”
so when the next patron went insidethe angel followed him undetectedbut what he found within that barwas not quite what he expected
there was an old piano player thereplaying with a honky-tonk soundand everyone who entered that place depressedthat piano player turned their night around
and one by one he’d draw each personout of their self-imposed cageand before they realized ithe had them singing on the stage
CHRISTMAS NIGHTS IN BLUE
Just another night in new york citysnow comes down looks real prettydon’t know how but suddenly there you arewith jelly roll morton playin’ for the bar
inside here, lights are lowbut each song has its own glowas he floats them through that smokey airyou just can’t believe he’s really there
how old is he?cannot saybut claims he taught cab callowayand on this night I somehow believe himknows every song that christmas goteven ones my brain has droppedjust him and that old fir treeall lit up this nightelectric blue
just another night in new york citysnow comes down looks real prettycan’t believe but suddenly there you aretalking with strangers sittin’ cross the barsuddenly, all are laughin’this night’s smart, always craftin’building bridges nearly everywherehits a wall, it just builds a stairs
outside the colored lights they bleedfor snow is white and colors needas it just comes down like pure salvationit offers all its amnestyand makes your neighbor different seeby the light of that fir treeand this old barelectrified in blue
I gotta drop dead simplechildhood view of salvationperhaps that’s how it was always meant to beand the more I add up all this informationit seems it all comes down in the end to you and me
so you look around till you find a phonethen you call your mom and everyone at homeand the bar looks on and they start to cheerwhen you talk to folks you haven’t seen in years
and the snow comes downand the children playand they pray to godit never goes awayand a childhood prayershould never be deniedas the night rolls ontill it’s carolized
carolizedcarolizedcarolizedcarolized
and on this treethe lights are donebut the colors here are down oneI guess it kind of fits the situationornaments still shining brightwatch them glitter in the lightjust this old fir tree and meall lit up this nightelectric blue
He could have stayed there the entire nightfor to him music was the voice of godfor it never needed translationand could lift up lives that were often quite hard
but then he heard a different kind of musicfrom somewhere else close byand he followed the trail of those new notestill he found himself outside
the notes led him to a blues barthat was right next to the hoteland the angel watched some lonely people enter itand wondered if thiswas where all the lonely people did dwell
then another guardian angelwho happened to be neartold him about the old blues barand whispered in his ear
“here the tragically beautifuland the beautifully tragicdrift through this nightin a last quest for magic
their faces are masksthat so artfully disguisethe wounds in their heartsthe scars in their eyes
now these scars in their eyesnever hurt, never bleedbut like cracks in a mirrorthey distort all they see
for when the heart’s an open woundits greatest threat, I fearis that the salt rubbed into itdoes come from one’s own tears
now there are many places on this earththat one thinks that god has forgotbut one can often find an angel or a saintwhere one assumes angels and saints are not”
and then the other angel reminded himof their lord’s point of view“you’ll know them not by how they appearyou’ll know them by what they do”
so when the next patron went insidethe angel followed him undetectedbut what he found within that barwas not quite what he expected
there was an old piano player thereplaying with a honky-tonk soundand everyone who entered that place depressedthat piano player turned their night around
and one by one he’d draw each personout of their self-imposed cageand before they realized ithe had them singing on the stage
CHRISTMAS NIGHTS IN BLUE
Just another night in new york citysnow comes down looks real prettydon’t know how but suddenly there you arewith jelly roll morton playin’ for the bar
inside here, lights are lowbut each song has its own glowas he floats them through that smokey airyou just can’t believe he’s really there
how old is he?cannot saybut claims he taught cab callowayand on this night I somehow believe himknows every song that christmas goteven ones my brain has droppedjust him and that old fir treeall lit up this nightelectric blue
just another night in new york citysnow comes down looks real prettycan’t believe but suddenly there you aretalking with strangers sittin’ cross the barsuddenly, all are laughin’this night’s smart, always craftin’building bridges nearly everywherehits a wall, it just builds a stairs
outside the colored lights they bleedfor snow is white and colors needas it just comes down like pure salvationit offers all its amnestyand makes your neighbor different seeby the light of that fir treeand this old barelectrified in blue
I gotta drop dead simplechildhood view of salvationperhaps that’s how it was always meant to beand the more I add up all this informationit seems it all comes down in the end to you and me
so you look around till you find a phonethen you call your mom and everyone at homeand the bar looks on and they start to cheerwhen you talk to folks you haven’t seen in years
and the snow comes downand the children playand they pray to godit never goes awayand a childhood prayershould never be deniedas the night rolls ontill it’s carolized
carolizedcarolizedcarolizedcarolized
and on this treethe lights are donebut the colors here are down oneI guess it kind of fits the situationornaments still shining brightwatch them glitter in the lightjust this old fir tree and meall lit up this nightelectric blue
