Trans-Siberian Orchestra A Last Illusion

[GHOSTS]

PRIUSQUAM PRAESENS

DAMNATUS SALVENS:

HIC HOMO NESCIENS.

QUAE FUTURA EST ?

EST PLANE VANUM?

MAGNIFICANDUM?

ERROR AUT SANUM?

O FORTUNA EST!

QUA?

THE PAST AND PRESENT

LOSS AND REDEMPTION

A MAN’S INTENTIONS

ALL THINGS YET TO BE

A LAST ILLUSION

TIME’S ABSOLUTION

FACT AND CONFUSION

FATE AND DESTINY BOUND

[Fate allows him to see some of the countless people who will be touched, consoled and transformed by his music; a woman who has lost her husband and finds peace in listening to the Pastoral Symphony, a child who is crippled forgetting his infirmity while lost in the Ode To Joy.]

[At the end of this last minute review of his life, he now realizes that the removal of what he considers the most painful moments of his life also removes the inspiration for what he considers his finest work. Change one thing and he changes it all.]

Trans-Siberian Orchestra An Angel Came Down

IN AN OLD CITY BAR

THAT IS NEVER TOO FAR

FROM THE PLACES THAT GATHER

THE DREAMS THAT HAVE BEEN

IN THE SAFETY OF NIGHT

WITH IT’S OLD NEON LIGHT

IT BECKONS TO STRANGERS

AND THEY ALWAYS COME IN

AND THE SNOW IT WAS FALLING

THE NEON WAS CALLING

THE MUSIC WAS LOW

AND THE NIGHT CHRISTMAS EVE

AND HERE WAS THE DANGER

THAT EVEN WITH STRANGERS

INSIDE OF THIS NIGHT

IT WAS EASIER TO BELIEVE

FOR IT WAS INTO THIS BAR

THAT I HAPPENED TO WANDER

TO STARE INTO A GLASS

AND MY UNIVERSE PONDER

SO I WALKED UP TO THE COUNTER

SHOOK THE SNOW OFF MY COAT

THEN I ORDERED A WHISKEY

THAT I USED LIKE A MOAT

BUT AN OLD MAN SOON JOINED ME

AND ASKED IF I KNEW THE TIME

ONE WORD LED TO ANOTHER

AND SOMEHOW I DIDN’T MIND

THEN HE OFFERED A DRINK

FROM A BOTTLE ‘NEATH HIS COAT

AND HE SMILED A LITTLE SMILE

AS IT TRICKLED DOWN MY THROAT

AND I FELT MYSELF RELAXING

HERE AMONG THE GHOSTS THAT FAILED

THEN THE OLD MAN TOPPED MY GLASS OFF

AND BEGAN THIS LITTLE TALE

IN THE MOMENTS OF OUR LIVES

BOTH THE JOYOUS AND THE TRAGIC

IF THE TRUTH IS TO BE TOLD

WE ARE ALL PURSUING MAGIC

AND THE MAGIC THAT WE SEEK

AS WE’RE SURE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED

CAN BE FOUND IN CERTAIN PLACES

FAR MORE EASILY THAN OTHERS

IN THE SAND BENEATH THE SPHINX

IN THE DREAMS OF CANDLELIGHT

BUT THE SUREST PLACE OF ALL

IS IN THE FORGIVING WORLD OF NIGHT

AND OF ALL THE NIGHTS THROUGHOUT THE YEAR

THAT COME AND GENTLY LEAVE

NONE HOLD THE DREAM OF MAGIC

LIKE THE EVENING, CHRISTMAS EVE

AND SO IT’S ON THIS NIGHT

WITH IT’S PROMISE DEEP WITHIN

AS THE SNOW NOW STARTS TO FALL

OUR STORY DOES BEGIN

An angel came down

One night to the earth

A mission from God

To find out the worth

Of everything that

His children had done

Since that winter night

The birth of His son

And then a sound filled the night

In the cold winter air

And in the midst of his flight

It was holding him there

And as he looked toward the earth

For the source of this sound

On that cold winter night

It was pulling him down

To bring something back

This angel was told

That no one could touch

But angels could hold

So on that night

When the sky had cleared

Among all the stars

An angel appeared

And then a sound filled the night

In the cold winter air

And in the midst of his flight

It was holding him there

And as he looked towards the earth

For the source of this sound

On that cold winter night

It was pulling him down

And then a sound filled the night

In the cold winter air

And in the midst of his flight

It was holding him there

And as he looked towards the earth

For the source of this sound

On that cold winter night

It was pulling him down

Trans-Siberian Orchestra Anno Domine

[NARRATION]

Christmas is how

In every nation

That hope is passed

Through generations

From old to young

And sometimes i’m told

It’s actually passed

From young to old

Yes, our angel had been quite impressed

With this youth that he had found

But then across the street he heard

An old familiar sound

It was a multitude of voices

From the old cathedral’s choir

Singing out about this night

And the hopes that it inspires

[ANNO DOMINE]

On this night of hope and salvation

One child lies embraced in a dream

Where each man regardless of station

On this night can now be redeemed

Where every man regardless of his nation

Ancestral relations

On this night the past can fly away

And that dream we’ve dreamed most

That every child is held close

On this night that dream won’t be betrayed

All as one

Raise your voices!

Raise your voices!

All as one

On this christmas day!

All rejoice

Raise your voices!

Raise your voices!

All rejoice

Anno domine!

On this night when no child’s forgotten

No dream sleeps where he cannot see

No man here is misbegotten

And this night’s dreams are still yet to be

Realizing that the past can be forgiven

The future be rewritten

On this night where every child is safe

And that dream we’ve dreamed most

That every child is held close

On this night that dream won’t be betrayed

All as one

Raise your voices!

Raise your voices!

All as one

On this christmas day!

All rejoice

Raise your voices!

Raise your voices!

All rejoice

Anno domine!

Trans-Siberian Orchestra Christmas Bells, Carousels And Time

[NARRATION]

If he went there and saw his son

What words could he possibly say

Would his own child recognize him

And if he did, would he turn away?

Dare he rekindle this hope

Perhaps to only watch it die

And standing there in this man’s place

I wonder, would you or i?

Now the angel knew if enough time passes by

Any hope can be smothered

So before it was dead, to the first prayer he had said

The angel quickly added another

[CHRISTMAS BELLS, CAROUSLES & TIME]

[Instrumental]

Trans-Siberian Orchestra Christmas Nights In Blue

[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

Trans-Siberian Orchestra An Angel’s Share

Deep inside this Christmas Eve

Watching as the hours leave

Gently drifting in the air

Shadows of an angel’s share

Christmas lights

On Christmas nights

With peace for every nation

Stable scenes

And evergreens

With snow still glistening

Angels grace

This humble place

With hopes of our salvation

Christmas cards

And snow filled yards

And children wondering

Rejoice

All awaken

Rejoice

Quickly hasten

Rejoice

For the newborn king

Rejoice

For the vision

Rejoice

He has given

Hear the choirs as they sing

Scrooge returns

To once more learn

That Christmas ghosts conspire

To redeem

His soul it seems

But still he hesitates

To believe

He’s not deceived

Until this night inspires

Him to find

That at this time

It never is too late

Rejoice

All awaken

Rejoice

Quickly hasten

Rejoice

For the newborn king

Rejoice

For the vision

Rejoice

He has given

Hear the choirs as they sing

And sing

And sing

And sing and sing and sing

Winter dreams

Her endless scenes

In endless combinations

To embrace

This world of faith

This world that we now see

Every year

It returns here

With all its variations

And as the day

It fades away

And we once more find that…

Once again the promise kept

One by one the angels slept

So we leave this night in peace

And the world in gentle sleep

WHEN SHE FINISHED THAT LAST LETTER

FROM THAT LITTLE STACK

SHE PUT EACH ONE IT ITS ENVELOPE

AND CAREFULLY PUT THEM BACK

THEN SHE SAT AND THOUGHT QUITE CAREFULLY

ABOUT ALL SHE HAD LEARNED

REALIZING THAT HER BELIEF IN THIS NIGHT

HAD COMPLETELY RETURNED

FOR IF ALL THESE GROWNUPS SHE HAD READ

HAD IN THIS NIGHT BELIEVED

IF COULD NOT BE POSSIBLE

THAT THEY ALL HAD BEEN DECEIVED

AND SHE MARVELED HOT THOUGH EVERY LETTER

WAS SIGNED WITH A DIFFERENT NAME

THAT IN THE END IT SEEMED THAT ALL

THEIR WISHES WERE THE SAME

THAT THE LIGHT THAT REACHED OUR LIVES

FROM THAT DISTANT CHRISTMAS STAR

WOULD MAKE US, IF NOT PERFECT

THEN PERHAPS BETTER THAN WHO WE ARE

AND SUDDENLY SHE NOTICED

THAT THERE WAS A PRESENT THERE

HE MUST HAVE COME AND LEFT IT

WHEN SHE HAD GONE DOWN THE STAIRS

THEN SHE REALIZED AS FOR THAT CHIMNEY

SHE NEEDN’T HAVE WORRIED AFTER ALL

FOR CHRISTMAS SHE HAD FOUNG THIS NIGHT

COULD NOT BE STOPPED BY WALLS

COULD NOT BE STOPPED BY DISTANCE

COULD NOT BE STOPPED BY TIME

AND IF ONE LIVED A THOUSAND YEARS

IT WOULD STILL BE THERE TO FIND

NOW SOME WILL SAY THAT ALL THESE GIFTS

WERE LEFT BY HER FATHER OR HER MOTHER

BUT I FOR ONE, WILL ALWAYS SUSPECT

IT COULD HAVE BEEN ANOTHER

AND BEFORE SHE WENT BACK DOWN THE STAIRS

WITH HER FADING CANDLELIGHT

SHE FOUND SOME PAPER AND WROTE DOWN

ALL THAT HAD OCCURED THAT NIGHT

AND SOMETIME ON SOME DISTANT NIGHT

WE REALLY CAN’T SAY WHEN

SOMEONE WILL READ THAT LETTER

AND THIS NIGHT WILL LIVE AGAIN

AND SO OUR STORY’S OVER

AND THE CHILD RETURNED TO BED

TO DREAM ABOUT THIS MAGIC NIGHT

AND WHERE IT ALL HAD LED

AND THE ANGEL WHO HAD HEARD HER THOUGHTS

ABOUT WHAT SHE LEARNED

NOW REALIZED THAT HIS WAS DONE

AND IT WAS TIME HE SHOULD RETURN

AND TAKING BACK ALL HE HAD THOUGHT

HE RETURNED JUST IN TIME

TO APPEAR BEFORE HIS LORD

AND TELL HIM WHAT HE HAD LEFT BEHIND

THERE WERE TWO SOULS REUNITED

ON A SNOW BLESSED CHRISTMAS EVE

AND SLEEPING SAFELY IN HER BED

WAS THE CHILD WHO STILL BELIEVED

AND ONCE AGAIN THE LORD SMILED DOWN

FROM HIS HEAVENLY THRONE

AND TOOK THE ANGEL INTO HIS HEART

AND WHISPERED, WELCOME HOME

AND MAY YOU ALSO HEAR THOSE WORDS

ALL THROUGH YOUR LIFE

BUT MAY YOU HEAR THEM MOST OF ALL

ON EVERY CHRISTMAS NIGHT

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

[Post Script]

AND THE MOST MAGICAL THING

ABOUT THIS NIGHT WE WILL NOW REITERATE

THAT NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN LIFE

IT NEVER IS TOO LATE

Trans-Siberian Orchestra Dreams Of Fireflies

Stars and dandelions

Like coins thrown into wells

Are the things that we can wish upon

And where our dreams do dwell

But the dark it is the darkness

It’s the stars that make it night

For the night is God’s cathedral

Which one enters at twilight

And occasionally when needed

Some stars will leave the evening skies

And for a short while dwell amongst us

In the dreams of fireflies