Performed by: Archie & Sizzle, Dalia Lily
Written by: Archie & Sizzle, Dalia Lily
Produced by: ItsArchie
Engineer: Brand Garza
Video Shot by: DWE Productions
Video Written by: Archie

Music Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFOcZPaO8Fc&lc=UgwmOdt9Zg4Kfd3DB0N4AaABAg

Archie & Sizzle - What You Don't Know (ft Dalia Lily) [Prod. By ItsArchie]

Hold On To The Heart

so things have changed
said it like your right
we moved between nowhere and the light
leaks in through the window in limbo
wish so bad it hurts
what else should i be
wont like the effort to exert
said there is a reason truth is plain to see

im done taking chances, please dont lie to me pacific coast

keep running with lights out trying to not complicate
so close but in doubt cant go back no 
its getting late

the curse was cast, forgotten bleached out past
at such great heights but knew it couldnt last
burned broken prison, taken for a ride
spanning through the decades expanding all the time

keep running with lights out trying to not complicate
so close but in doubt cant go back no 
its getting late

matter of degrees navigating the shoals of misfortunate
drenched in stardust out of breath hoping you'd feel the same

keep running with lights out trying to not complicate
so close but in doubt cant go back no 
its getting late

we keep running with lights out trying to not complicate
so close but in doubt cant go back no 
its getting late

keep running with lights out 
keep running with lights out 
keep running with lights out 
cant go back no its getting late

we keep running with lights out

lyrics and music work drugs

Work Drugs - With Lights Out

Ten-oh-four, I glance again,
Clock hand moves — I stay the same.
Empty chairs, silver spoons,
Echoes dance in this faded saloon.
Tiles still smell like yesterday’s bread,
No footsteps now, just ghosts instead.
Lady in white — she hands me a glass,
Cola fizzes, memories pass.
She drifts away behind her stand,
One eye watching — open hand.

Tick by tick, the mercy’s thin,
Time don’t care where I have been.
I’m the only soul on this morning stage,
Sipping the silence, page by page.

And I sip on my cola drink, let my mind sink,
Why this ache, what’s it about?
How to find out... how to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink, as the minutes blink,
Will it matter, or just burn out?
How to find out... how to find out?

Labels written in tongues unknown,
Sip it down — still all alone.
The floor’s pristine, the light is low,
But a heavy wind just won’t let go.
Behind the glass, she checks her phone,
Maybe she’s lonely, too — who knows?
I count the things I used to hold,
Each warm joy comes bought and sold.
This drink, this place, this quiet bar,
Fading like headlights from afar.

No trumpet calls, no golden clue,
Only the clock, swallowing me and you.
Each weekday morning wears no crown,
Another petal falling down.

And I sip on my cola drink, let my mind sink,
Why this ache, what’s it about?
How to find out... how to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink, as the minutes blink,
Will it matter, or just burn out?
How to find out... how to find out?

9 o’clock was a breath ago,
11’s already tapping my shoulder.
Days fold like linen napkins slow,
Weeks vanish — steam over water.
And someday, this room’s just dust,
And I won’t even know... what I forgot.

And I sip on my cola drink, let my mind sink,
Why this ache, what’s it about?
How to find out... how to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink, as the world shrinks,
No one will remember — not even me — no doubt.
How to find out... how to find out?

Coca Cola (Latin Jazz Version)

I n F r o n t O f E v e r y o n e (MASTER)

G i v e I t T o M e N o w (MASTER)

New Man is a jazz funk-pop dance track about transformation, confidence, and second chances.
The lyrics tell the story of a man who once lost himself in the grind of a nine-to-five life and a broken love, but who returns years later—reborn, successful, and ready to fight for the one he loves.

Driven by a lively groove, slick basslines, soulful sax, and infectious rhythms, New Man blends the swagger of jazz with the energy of pop and the movement of dance.
It’s the sound of rediscovery, of walking back into the room not just older, but stronger—ready to say, “Watch out, I’m your new man.”

Perfect for late nights, neon-lit dance floors, and moments when you need to feel unstoppable.

New Man

Ever wondered what it feels like to star in your own soap opera where absolutely nothing happens? This smooth pop anthem is basically that — the soundtrack to your coffee burning, your tuna-can lunch judging you, and the eternal suspense of waiting for “it” (whatever it is) to finally happen. Spoiler: it doesn’t.

Think of it as a romantic comedy without the romance. Or the comedy. Just the existential shrug, wrapped in silky chords and catchy refrains. Perfect for staring out the window, counting ceiling cracks, or dramatically whispering “Did it happen yet? … No.” to your cat.

Play it loud, play it often — and remember: sometimes the greatest plot twist is no plot twist at all.

Lyrics:

Wake up, get up, get dressed, start the day,
The mirror’s quiet, has nothing to say.
Coffee burns, the street still asleep,
Dreams are promises I can’t keep.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Jump in the car, headlights on black,
Radio hums, I don’t look back.
City yawns, I punch the clock,
First one in — the silence talks.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

Soon it’s lunch, the shelves half bare,
Cheap can of fish, the taste of despair.
Lunch is over, can is done,
Emptiness shines in the neon sun.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Afternoon grinds me into dust,
Tired eyes, a mind I can’t trust.
Think again, maybe, but —
Hope is a door that won’t unlock.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

At home after dinner, thought sneaks in,
Could it start now, could something begin?
But nothing moves, the silence stays,
Life’s not a fairy tale anyway.

Time for bed, I close my eyes,
Tomorrow repeats under greyer skies.
Sure it won’t happen, still I confess,
There’s always that 0.01%...

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did It Happen Yet?

📈✨ Welcome to the glamorous world of spreadsheets, saxophones, and soul-crushing variance. This is “Percentage Player” — the only chillwave track where math feels sexy, breakeven sounds romantic, and a background singer could make you fall in love with probability theory.

Imagine a late-night office where the fluorescent lights hum like a bad omen, your coffee tastes like defeat, and your Excel sheet whispers “just one more bet.” Suddenly — SAXOPHONE SOLO. Then she sings behind you, velvet voice, hot enough to melt your calculator.

This isn’t gambling, oh no. This is art. This is science. This is you, half asleep, chasing a 1.80 dream while pretending you’re the protagonist in a neon-lit noir film.

So lean back, close your eyes, and let this track prove that even melancholy dressed as a game can groove harder than Vegas at midnight. 🎷💔💻

Lyrics:

Numbers flicker on my screen,
Shadows fall in-between.
Chasing margins, thin and sly,
One percent can multiply.
Cold statistics, sleepless nights,
Living only under lights.
No roulette, no fantasy,
Just pure math surrounding me.

Percentage player, here I go —
Looking for profit down below.
1.80 odds, a fragile percent,
The dream of breakeven is my present.
In data I sink, in silence I drown,
If patterns fail, you’ll see me frown.
Percentage player, that’s my name —
Melancholy dressed as a game. 

Every wager feels the same,
Truth and numbers, ghostly frame.
Charts and graphs, a fragile fate,
Variance waits at the gate.
I don’t gamble, I endure,
Equations whisper I’ll be sure.
One more stake, the line is thin,
Breakeven’s where the nights begin.

Percentage player, here I go —
Looking for profit down below.
1.80 odds, a fragile percent,
The dream of breakeven is my present.
In data I sink, in silence I drown,
If patterns fail, you’ll see me frown.
Percentage player, that’s my name —
Melancholy dressed as a game. 

Margins narrow, silence drawn,
The daylight fades, the screen stays on.
I don’t pray, I calculate,
Every loss becomes my weight.
Chasing ghosts of yesterday,
Still I whisper on the way:

Percentage player, here I go —
Looking for profit down below.
1.80 odds, a fragile percent,
The dream of breakeven is my present…

Percentage Player

About

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

Work Drugs is a Philadelphia based sedative-wave/smooth-fi project.

Work Drugs makes music specifically for dancing, boating, yachting, sexting, and living.Please enjoy please.

all inquiries: workdrugs@gmail.com

Booking agent all territories : mike@mykindofsoldier.com

Archie & Sizzle are two artist that fell in love with the dance style as well as music style known as kizomba. Kizomba originated in Angola and has now made its way through Europe and all the way to the United States. Archie and Sizzles music style and content may be different than what you're accustom to hearing and they do that purposefully.
Not only are they both hip hop artist and kizomba artist, but they also perform and socially dance kizomba as well which causes thier love for the dance to be even more evident. Not to mention how much that comes into play when they are in the process of creating songs that not only encourage, enlighten and speak into situations but also give you something dope to groove to on the dance floor.
#KizombaWorth

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