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letra de christmas nights in blue (narration) - trans-siberian orchestra

[spoken word]
he could have stayed there the entire night
for to him
music was the voice of god
for it never needed translation
and could lift up lives
that were often quite hard
but then he heard a different kind of music
from somewhere else close by
and he followed the trail of those new notes
’til he found himself outside
the notes led him to a blues bar
that was right nеxt to the hotel
and the angеl watched some lonely people enter it
and wondered if this
was where all the lonely people did dwell
then another guardian angel
who happened to be near
told him about the old blues bar
and whispered in his ear
“here, the tragically beautiful
and the beautifully tragic
drift through this night
in a last quest for magic
their faces are masks
that so artfully disguise
the wounds in their hearts
the scars in their eyes
now these scars in their eyes
never hurt, never bleed
but like cracks in a mirror
they distort all they see
for when the heart’s an open wound
it’s greatest threat, i fear
is that the salt rubbed into it
does come from one’s own tears”
now there are many places on this earth
that one thinks that god has forgot
but one can often find an angel or a saint
where one assumes angels and saints are not
and then the other angel reminded him
of their lord’s point of view
you’ll know them not
by how they appear
you’ll know them by what they do
so when the next patron went inside
the angel followed him undetected
but what he found within that bar
was not quite what he expected
there was an old piano player there
playing with a bluesy, honky tonk sound
and everyone who entered that room depressed
that piano player turned their night around
and one by one
he draws each person out of their self-imposed cage
and before they realized it
he had them singing
on that stage

- trans siberian orchestra

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