08 December 2012

Music of the Season – Old City Bar



 Greetings Dear Reader,

As promised I am continuing to ponder the story presented to us by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.  I know I have said and done things that have risked the separation and desperation felt by the father in Ornament.  I am sure angels and the grace and kindness of my Sons have intervened on my part.

The focus of this song is the begging to the answer to the father’s prayer.  You see we never know what the total outcome of our kindnesses will be for others.  Just being good to others and showing them love can have ripples that are eternal. 

We never know when our smile with be contagious.  We cannot predict how far a single act of sacrifice or kindness can reach.  I believe that angels do intervene and that they count on us to act. 

The key to this song for me is the bridge.  It is a mantra I try to carry in my heart all year long. 

If you want to arrange it, this world you can change it
If we could somehow make this Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor or even a stranger
And to know who needs help you need only just ask

My pursuit is to be that giving and caring person every day with Christmas being the yearly culmination of that process.  This song is one I play year round when I need to be reminded of that quest.

Old City Bar – Trans-Siberian Orchestra

OLD CITY BAR
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 its 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's easier to believe

Then the door opened wide
And a child came inside
That no one in the bar
Had seen there before

And he asked did we know
That outside in the snow
That someone was lost
Standing outside our door

Then the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze
Through the window and ice
To a corner streetlight

Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was a girl the child said
Could no longer get home

And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The bartender turned
And said, not that I care
But how would you know this?
The child said I've noticed
If one could be home
They'd be already there

Then the bartender came out from behind the bar
And in all of his life he was never that far
And he did something else that he thought no one saw
When he took all the cash from the register draw

Then he followed the child to the girl cross the street
And we watched from the bar as they started to speak
Then he called for a cab and he said J.F.K.
Put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away
And we saw in his hand
That the cash was all gone
From the light that she had
wished upon

If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this
Christmas thing last

By helping a neighbor
Or even a stranger

And to know who needs help
You need only just ask

Then he looked for the child
But the child wasn't there
Just the wind and the snow
Waltzing dreams through the air

So he walked back inside
Somehow different I think
For the rest of the night
No one paid for a drink

And the cynics will say
That some neighborhood kid
Wandered in on some bums
In the world where they hid

But they weren't there
So they couldn't see
By an old neon star
On that, night, Christmas Eve

When the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
And in case you should wonder
In case you should care

Why we're on our own
Never went home
On that night of all nights
We were already there.

POSTLUDE

Then all at once inside that night
He saw it all so clear
The answer that he sought so long
Had always been so near

It's every gift that someone gives
Expecting nothing back
It's every kindness that we do
Each simple little act


Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."


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