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|Alt_name = Little Music Box | |Alt_name = Little Music Box | ||
|Genre = Dark cabaret | |Genre = Dark cabaret | ||
|Length = 3: | |Length = 3:42 | ||
|Year = 80s or 90s | |Year = 80s or 90s | ||
|OP = Guglielm | |OP = Guglielm | ||
|Search_started = | |Search_started = 2013 | ||
|Media = | |Media =LittleMusicBags.mp3 | ||
}} | |Search_community=r/LittleMusicBags}} | ||
'''Little Music Bags''' is | '''"Little Music Bags"''' (also known as '''"Little Music Box"''') is a mysterious song uploaded to WatZatSong by user Guglielm. | ||
== Background == | == Background == | ||
On July 28th, 2013, user Guglielm posted the song to WatZatSong tagged as ‘80s dark cabaret,<ref>https://www.watzatsong.com/en/name-that-tune/385155.html</ref> and user q first uploaded it to YouTube on September 10th, 2022, popularizing the search.<ref>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uqer5Th0Crg</ref> Based on the OP's other found songs, this song was most likely recorded between 1980 and 1983 or 1991 and 1992.<ref>https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/10029uDyY6T4_XGC6z6Hn6bz9HTHOgYB-9a5hYrbXQps/edit?gid=512131437#gid=512131437</ref> | |||
== Lyrics == | == Lyrics == | ||
Dear summer’s gone, the days are grey now | {| class="wikitable mw-collapsible" role="presentation" | ||
|'''Presumed Lyrics''' | |||
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|'''(Verse 1)'''Dear summer’s gone, the days are grey now | |||
The money’s gone my papa gave me | The money’s gone my papa gave me | ||
I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of saving | I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of saving | ||
Every last memory of mine | |||
I walked straight to this place on Broadway | I walked straight to this place on Broadway | ||
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Some seemed to be praying | Some seemed to be praying | ||
Yeah, papa (leaved?) a stain with blood | |||
Maybe it was wine, I don’t know | Maybe it was wine, I don’t know | ||
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But it was happy, it was happy | But it was happy, it was happy | ||
I was sweating and | I was sweating and I wish I'd never stopped | ||
The time passed on so quick and easy | The time passed on so quick and easy | ||
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Seemed to be staring at my mouth | Seemed to be staring at my mouth | ||
And they’re tumbling down the tiny hours | |||
The joint had cleared out long ago | The joint had cleared out long ago | ||
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Or anything you might suggest | Or anything you might suggest | ||
So why not? Oh-Ho-Ho | So why not? Oh-Ho-Ho, why not? | ||
Just give me your little music bags | Just give me your little music bags | ||
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One must take comfort where one lies | One must take comfort where one lies | ||
Why not? Oh-Ho-Ho | Why not? Oh-Ho-Ho, why not? | ||
Just give me your little music bags | Just give me your little music bags | ||
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Give me your little music bags | Give me your little music bags | ||
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== References == | == References == | ||
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[[Category:Full song available]] | [[Category:Full song available]] | ||
[[Category:Unidentified]] | [[Category:Unidentified]] | ||
Revision as of 20:42, 11 July 2024
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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 | 80s or 90s |
| Original poster | Guglielm |
| Search started | 2013 |
| Search community | r/LittleMusicBags |
| File:LittleMusicBags.mp3 | |
"Little Music Bags" (also known as "Little Music Box") is a mysterious song uploaded to WatZatSong by user Guglielm.
Background
On July 28th, 2013, user Guglielm posted the song to WatZatSong tagged as ‘80s dark cabaret,[1] and user q first uploaded it to YouTube on September 10th, 2022, popularizing the search.[2] Based on the OP's other found songs, this song was most likely recorded between 1980 and 1983 or 1991 and 1992.[3]
Lyrics
| 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 |