Song Lyric Sunday 6/18/17 – Music Box Dancer

So this week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt was to post a song about dance/dancing. Well OK, there are plenty of those around, so as is my usual style I’m going rather unconventional and throwing a curveball into the prompt, and I’m afraid I’ll have to forego the bonus points for tying Father’s Day in because in a way Father’s Day is painful for me having never met my biological father (only spoken to him a few times on the phone) and having a strange relationship with my step-father in that it took him forever to accept me for the person I am instead of the person he wanted me to be.

Anyway, I digress. Enough of the sob story. When I think of pieces of music about dance, this lovely little instrumental tune composed by Frank Mills is always the first thing that comes to mind. Sure, it’s lyric-less but it whisks you away into a peaceful place anytime you listen to it.

Now, whereas Frank Mills envisioned this to be just an instrumental tune, there are a couple of different versions of lyrics people have penned to this piece of music. This first set of lyrics was penned by Ray Conniff in 1979, who renamed the tune “Little Music Box Dancer.”

I dream of a music box dancer no one can see
She twirls around and round and dances only for me
She´s just a cute music box dancer singing for me
When I hear that melody I know I´ll never be free.

She dances and she sings and then she hasn´t the time
She smiles when she goes by me and with me that´s just fine
She plays it, then she sings it, and she beats to the time
And a little music box dancer will one day be mine.

I dream about a girl who sings and dances for me
The love she gives to me is not that really could be
She twirls herself around and throws her kisses at me
My little music box dancer that no one can see.

Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah-aaaaah-aaaaah
Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah-aaaaah-aaaaah

My little music box dancer that no one can´t see.

I dream of a music box dancer playing the song
She sings it and then she dances to it all day long
She´s just a cute music box dancer playing for me
When I hear that melody I know for me love can be.

My little music box dancer, that´s something to see
The way she twirls around is just as cute as can be
As long as she´s around I know I´ll never be free
Why no one else could see her is a mystery to me?

I dream about the girl who sings and dances for me
The feeling that I have for her was just meant to be
And when she twirls around and throws her kisses at me
I love my music box dancer that no one can see!

Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah-aaaaah-aaaaah
Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah-aaaaah-aaaaah

My little music box dancer that no one can see!

Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah-aaaaah-aaaaah
Ah-ah-ah-aaaaah-aaaaah-aaaaah
Aaaaaaa!

My little music box dancer that no one can see!
My little music box dancer that no one can see!
Source: http://www.connifflyrics.com.br/little_music_box_dancer.htm

This next set of lyrics has an unknown author, however I think I might like these lyrics a bit better, but they’re equally as corny as Ray Conniff’s.

You walk in the room and you’re wearing a frown,
You reach for the shelf and cradle it down
The Music Box Dancer, what does it prove?
Only that you need to see a statue that moves.

A tutu of satin, bordered with lace,
Slender lines, agile legs, a wonderland face.
Her beauty is balanced, an immovable pose,
Eternally destined to remain on her toes.

Music Box Dancer, she is only a toy,
Project upon her your dreams of wanting life’s joy;
She’s perched on her stand, and never will part,
A final gaze upon her, now the music will start.

You wind the doll up, it’s nostalgic because
You’ve been here before, so give one final pause
To dream of the future, to reflect on the past,
Music Box Dancer start your whirling at last.

The room fills with music, such a cute song,
Watching her go ’round and ’round, she’s where she belongs;
Bring joy to the watchers, spreading a glow,
Whenever wound up, she’ll put on a good show.

Music Box Dancer, do you think or believe
She could step off her box if she wanted to leave?
So easy it is, twirl around with such grace,
Staying in her circle, she remains in one place.

Such a brief moment, a small time to spend,
The dancing will slow soon, the music will end;
In real life we’re plastic, nature’s unfair,
How can we breathe life, how can we share?

The knowledge and insights hidden in tombs,
We’re all Music Box Dancers all alone in our rooms;
We sit on our shelves where objects reside,
We don’t allow the music to get right inside.

Music Box Dancer’s now completely alone,
No winder or no listener, because nobody’s home;
How long before someone will re-wind the spring?
The room will now be witness; and silence can’t sing
Source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/f/frankmillslyrics/musicboxdancerlyrics.html

Well, I hope you all enjoyed. Again, I know, an unconventional approach to the topic but oh well. I’m just strange, I admit. 😛

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6 thoughts on “Song Lyric Sunday 6/18/17 – Music Box Dancer

  1. I’ve heard this tune before, but didn’t know that was the name of it. I do like it very much, and it was interesting to see how different ones put different lyrics to it. 🙂

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