Little Music Bags
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| Little Music Bags | |
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| Alternative name(s) | Little Music Box |
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| Genre | Dark Cabaret |
| Length | 3:42 |
| Year | 1980-1984 or 1991-1993 |
| Original poster | Guglielm |
| Search started | 2013 |
| File:LittleMusicBags.mp3 | |
Little Music Bags (also known as "Little Music Box") is an unidentified dark cabaret song first uploaded to WatZatSong by user Guglielm in 2013.
Background[edit | edit source]
On July 28th, 2013, the song was first uploaded to WatZatSong by user Guglielm, who states no further information in his post,[1] before being reuploaded on March 6th, 2014.[2] Based on the OP's other found songs, this song was most likely recorded between 1980 and 1984, or 1991 and 1993, and recorded from the WFMU New Jersey radio station.[3]
The song first gained attention on September 10th, 2022, when YouTube user q uploaded it to YouTube, popularizing the search.[4]
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
| Presumed Lyrics |
| (Verse 1)
Dear summer’s gone, the days are grey now The money’s gone my papa gave me I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of saving Every last memory of mine I walked straight to this place on Broadway Where there were many people dancing Some seemed to be praying Yeah, papa (leaved?) a stain with blood Maybe it was wine, I don’t know But it was happy, it was happy I was sweating and I wish I'd never stopped The time passed on so quick and easy I clapped my toes, I couldn’t help but smile The stranger that I noticed in the corner Seemed to be staring at my mouth And they’re tumbling down the tiny hours The joint had cleared out long ago A woman handed me a napkin Just as the stranger approached May I sit down, he said so softly His voice surprising in its kindness He said, now you seem to be alone here I’d like to make you an offer Well, I could offer you this powder Maybe a supple pound of flesh Could be a man, could be a woman Or anything you might suggest So why not? Oh-Ho-Ho, why not? Just give me your little music bags He said, I know this place is wretched And I’m a joker, I’m disgusting, I know that But all the trains have stopped running One must take comfort where one lies Why not? Oh-Ho-Ho, why not? Just give me your little music bags Why not? Just give me your little music bags Give me your little music bags Give me your little music bags |