Stop!

by Sanchez 77

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Part one of the Stop! Look! Listen... trilogy

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released August 8, 2016

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Sanchez 77 Birmingham, UK

A familiar energy from forgotten West Midlands suburbs.
Influences: The Clash, Wire, Adam & the Ants. Gang of Four.

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Track Name: Bedroom producer
I guess it’s time that I came out of the woodwork
I guess it’s time that I showed my real face to the world
but you don’t deserve it
We try and hide with an online persona
We try and hide cos we haven’t anything to say and is anyone worth it?

And I know what they say on the outside – but ignore all the rumours
I‘ll keep all the feelings inside
I’m a bedroom producer

I’ve got control at the click of my mouse
Another world that is better than the one that I lost...
though it’s hard to remember
Another world at the touch of my fingers
I’ve got control that I never really had before and I’m right at the centre

And I know what they say on the outside..

And I never thought
it could be so simple
Shut myself away
In another world away from you
And all the flaws
You always knew them
But I can make adjustments
I can always undo them
Track Name: Electrical sparks
A new style, a new smile, a new confidence
Stop the world, stop the rot, stop the obvious
Who to be, who to know, haven’t got the time
In her words, in my heart, I know she could be mine

The world is turning but I have to make it stop
So let us take a moment and make me feel better
The world is turning but we have to make it stop
So let us take a moment and make it last forever

Getting tired of just seeing things through my eyes
I want to look at life seeing things through your eyes
I want to break away from living such a normal life
I want to look at life seeing things through your eyes
I’ve had enough of just living with the questions
I’ve had enough of just living with the lies
I can see a way of living in the future seeing things through your eyes

Hold your thoughts, hold hands, hold the front page
Passing time, pass the lights, pass the first stage
You’re my type, you’re a light, you’re a drug I need
Want to learn, want your words, want a new scene

The world is turning but I want to make it stop
To savour in the moment and make me feel better
The world is turning but we cannot make it stop
So savour in the moment and make it last forever

Getting tired of just seeing things through my eyes...

I want to rush but you’re making me slow down
You are the one to make me stop...make me stop, look, listen
Track Name: *Delete as appropriate
Celebrities you don’t know you’ve never even heard of them
They’ve got all these faces in another pop up advert
Keep up with the latest for your water cooler moments
Skimming all the headlines to keep up with the movements
Jailbait, clickbait saturates a homepage
Using up the surplus of your minimum or living wage
Neoliberal policy surrounding me so I’m watching feline videos
Delete as appropriate

Everything in front of you they’ve taken all the mystery
Type it in you’ll find it don’t need to waste your energy
Can’t keep up, might give up with all these definitions
Boarded in your bedroom at all these false predictions
News feed, food banks, where’s the need in your towns?
Juggling with emotions you’re trusting in the grey clowns
All the originality is leaving us, I’m watching retro videos
Delete as appropriate

They twist statistics for your opinion
They’ve paid their way to get into your inbox
You cannot hide from subliminal messages
And now you masquerade them as your own
They’re selling stories for your reactions
You’re where they want you, and now you speak out
You do not think of all the implications
A global judgement waiting for your fall

You can’t say that - it’s not appropriate
You can’t be that – it’s not appropriate
You must apologise – it’s not appopriate
Why should we do that? – it’s not appropriate
Track Name: Black and White film
Men in hats, black and white
Screen sirens with different eyes
Don’t need sex to sell themselves
This is the place I’m trying to show you
Smoke in buildings, proper language
So much said in their silences
Do you get it? Do you understand?
This is the place I’m trying to show you

So slow, film flickering
Hear the words, are you listening?
Wrong pace, so demanding
Subtitles, understanding
Grey tones, eyes flickering
Where’s the world? Not listening
So I hide in a black and white film
I want to live in a black and white film

Basic things we’ve forgotten
New techniques that we’ve stolen
Looking for the perfect thing
This is the place I’m trying to show you
So lost in technology
All emotions are digitised
And all I want is something real
This is the place I’m trying to show you

So slow...

This is no good, your world’s no good for me
I never wanted to compare you
I never meant to compare you
Track Name: Where are my arms?
Five squares on a piece of paper
Your whole life when you mess with your creator
The whole world should have known your name
Monochrome amateur deserves no fame

Five squares on a piece of paper
So sad but I really couldn’t blame you
Your face changes as you get confused
You get aggressive so you get abused

Come to life with a pen and paper
No sequel when you turn dictator
Show annoyance at a child’s scooter
So simple, never should have threw you

A whole story on a piece of paper
No goodbye, no see you later
Your face changes from smile to frown
A bad attitude that took you down

You didn’t know
Right at first
But then you noticed
And then you said.......

'What’s this?' Can’t see the signs.
What’s this?' – just pen drawn lines
'What’s this?' No publicity
'What’s this?' A lifelong mystery.


You didn’t know
Right at first
But then you noticed
And then you said.......

‘Where are my arms?’