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|'''(Verse 1)'''Dear summer’s gone, the days are grey now | |'''(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 | ||
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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 |