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Nasties
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This is a 2021 re-mix of a Big Sleep song. Tony Webster wrote the lyrics and sang it. I (David Briggs) created and recorded all the music. It's one of Big Sleeps more radical songs. Still quite relevant today.
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Pop/Rock, Psychedelic, Ambient, Rhythm & Blues and beyond.
Major Snagg is the invented name of the 'band' that perform all my own musical creations. (songs and instrumentals). I play guitars, bass, rudimentary keyboards, harmonica, and sing. Melody has always been important to me... lyrics and guitar solos have to say or communicate something. I create musical worlds that I hope that you dear listener, will also want to explore and live in for a few moments...or longer if you feel that way inclined.
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Charts
Peak #96
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
Webster / Briggs
Rights
Webster / Briggs
Uploaded
February 10, 2021
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MP3 14.1 MB 320 kbps 6:10
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WAV 62.3 MB
Story behind the song
This is actually a Big sleep song recorded a few years ago. However, sonically it still packs a punch ...lyrically too. Quite a tour de force.
Lyrics
Nasties c (Webster / Briggs) The inner sense of innocence is fading, fading. childhood dreams of hopes and schemes, cascading, evading. calm from the sea and all we are is memory, there comes a time when its gone and all feels wrong so very wrong this is where childhood ends and things start to get serious. and Ive seen some men in black, theyre standing quiet by the gate. They urge you to attack. Their messages are full of hate. Ive seen them whispering wicked things, into the childrens ears. Waiting for the bell to ring, and release unholy fears. Nasties in the playground, Nasties with our kids, Nasties lurking all around, and lifting all the lids. Nasties in the playground, Nasties with our kids, Nasties lurking all around, and lifting all the lids. Nasty nasty nasty nasty and Ive seen some men in black, theyre standing quiet by the gate. They urge you to attack. Their messages are full of hate. Ive seen them whispering wicked things, into the childrens ears. Waiting for the bell to ring, and release unholy fears. The inner sense of innocence is fading, fading. childhood dreams of hopes and schemes, cascading, evading. calm from the sea and all we are is memory, there comes a time when its gone and all feels wrong so very wrong
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