[NARRATION]



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 

Till he found himself outside 



The notes led him to a blues bar 

That was right next to the hotel 

And the angel 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 

Its 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 honky-tonk sound 

And everyone who entered that place depressed 

That piano player turned their night around 



And one by one he'd draw each person 

Out of their self-imposed cage 

And before they realized it 

He had them singing on the stage 



[CHRISTMAS NIGHTS IN BLUE]



Just another night in new york city 

Snow comes down looks real pretty 

Don't know how but suddenly there you are 

With jelly roll morton playin' for the bar 



Inside here, lights are low 

But each song has its own glow 

As he floats them through that smokey air 

You just can't believe he's really there 



How old is he? 

Cannot say 

But claims he taught cab calloway 

And on this night i somehow believe him 

Knows every song that christmas got 

Even ones my brain has dropped 

Just him and that old fir tree 

All lit up this night 

Electric blue 



Just another night in new york city 

Snow comes down looks real pretty 

Can't believe but suddenly there you are 

Talking with strangers sittin' cross the bar 

Suddenly, all are laughin' 

This night's smart, always craftin' 

Building bridges nearly everywhere 

Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs 



Outside the colored lights they bleed 

For snow is white and colors need 

As it just comes down like pure salvation 

It offers all its amnesty 

And makes your neighbor different see 

By the light of that fir tree 

And this old bar 

Electrified in blue 



I gotta drop dead simple 

Childhood view of salvation 

Perhaps that's how it was always meant to be 

And the more i add up all this information 

It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me 



So you look around till you find a phone 

Then you call your mom and everyone at home 

And the bar looks on and they start to cheer 

When you talk to folks you haven't seen in years 



And the snow comes down 

And the children play 

And they pray to god 

It never goes away 

And a childhood prayer 

Should never be denied 

As the night rolls on 

Till it's carolized 



Carolized 

Carolized 

Carolized 

Carolized 



And on this tree 

The lights are done 

But the colors here are down one 

I guess it kind of fits the situation 

Ornaments still shining bright 

Watch them glitter in the light 

Just this old fir tree and me 

All lit up this night 

Electric blue