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 1991-1992 |
| Original poster | Guglielm |
| Search started | 2013 |
| 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, 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 1992, 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
| 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 |