Under the influences of Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd, and the Beatles comes...
Axel the Sot's alter ego, Scott Hendricks, wrote, produced, and arranged his new (2001) Rock-n-Roll album Chasing Paradise.
The title song, Chasing Paradise, is now playing. You must use Internet Explorer to hear it.
Laura
She waits...for no-one, residing in silence. She sits...Wondering why.
She cries...no tears, no sounds escape her lips.
And she sits...Wondering Why
--Chorus--
Laura, where are you? Laura, somewhere in darkness. Laura. Where is the light?
She hears...no words. She watches everything.
While she sits...Wondering Why
She trusts...in no one, enclosed withing her shell.
Never stops...Wondering Why
--Chorus--
She trembles...slightly, a memory coursing through.
And she keeps...Wondering Why
At night...in darkness, taken so violently.
Leaving her...Wondering why
--Chorus--
Chasing Paradise
Ride the crest of a wave, chasing paradise.
Wipe the slate and set sail, to another life.
Complications are falling behind.
What's the use it's always the same.
NO one gets past these doors.
What's its worth to swallow the pain.
When I can leave it ashore I'm going
--Chorus--
I'm on my ways, chasing paradise
I'm on my way, chasing paradise
All the ports look the same, when you pass 'em by.
So I'll stop for a while, have another try.
What's the use it's always the same.
NO one gets past these doors.
What's its worth to swallow the pain.
When I can leave it ashore. I'm going
--Chorus--
All our memories play kinder than real time.
And the end of the poem, doesn't always rhyme.
Never hurts if you don't feel the pain.
One more truth to ignor.
Complications are falling behind.
Piled high on the shore.
I'm going
--Chorus--
Cynic's Inc.
--Chorus--
Cynic's Incorporate.
The ways of the world make us quite irate,
and it's all such a crying shame -
'Cause we're all just a part of the same old game.
Troubled days pervading hours.
We made our beds under which we cower.
We ask for truth but then we see
a better version on TV.
Welcome to a Brave New World.
A different flag has been unfurled.
It's nothing new to kill the dream.
But never to such an extreme.BR>
And always, those leaders excreting their tactful convolutions.
Our memories so fleeting deny our revolution.
--Chorus--
The problem now we've seen before.
Time to re-read 1984.
We move like puppets on a string.
Willing to give away everything,
like freedom.
But not all those gadgets and fast foods while we're on the go.
And all our bad habits
we're hooked on Texaco.
--Chorus--
--Chorus--
A Subtle Ruse (Laura pt. II)
She lived as though she was embarrassed by her own existence.
Keeping to herself, alone by her own insistence.
Traveling on the road, no such thing as too much distance.
As the miles fly, she takes the path of least resistance.
--Chorus--
I am no one- My soul feels out of place.
I am no one - I'm lost without a trace.
I am no one - And in the world outside my shell.
I am no one - But with a subtle ruse I imitate so well.
She watched the years go by, still all be herself she's contented.
Sometimes wonders why, a different life she had lamented.
Seems the devil you know, comforts more than one invented.
After all is said and done, you seem to get what was intended.
--Chorus--
She lived as though she was embarrassed by her own existence.
High on a Hill
We were high on a hill looking over the sea.
You gave me your love, as I gave mine to thee.
Entwined as if one, catch the wind in our hair.
Merging our souls in the love that we share.
Running over the hills, loving under the sun.
Silently showing how two become one.
YOu take my hand, hold it soft to your breast.
Close your eyes darling, it's time we must rest
La la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la...
Sterling Forest
As I ride through Sterling Forest,
pounding hooves are setting silent wood ablaze.
Riding hard through Sterling Forest.
All thoughts of you while I"m slipping through the silkey haze>
--Chorus--
I will see my Sinnamon.
Lovely maiden Sinnamon.
In my head is Sinnamon,
through Sterling Forest,
as I ride through Sterling Forest,
As I ride...
Fifteen leagues until I hold her,
snow white skin and hair like fire the burns for me.
Just one touch from her will send my senses soaring.
Tasting Heaven on her lips so tenderly.
--Chorus--
Seven leagues until I hold her,
I never dreamt that I could ever feel like this.
Just her eyes can hold me with that special knowing.
Just her mouth can burn me with that special kiss.
--Chorus--
One more league until I hold her,
heartbeat roaring in my chest as I draw near.
As I ride so hard, so hard through Sterling Forest.
No more pain no more sadness no more fear.
--Chorus--
In the Night She Rode
In the night she rode, under starlit sky.
Over rolling hills with mist in the air,
and in her eyes.
Clutching hard to the mane,
keeping an even stride.
Urging the gentle mare on through the fields
of wheat and of rye.
--Chorus 1--
Why won't you listen?
Listen to me.
Sweet gentle maiden, I'm down on my knees.
You're riding so hard, on this cold night alone.
I need you my darling.
I need you back home.
Hurry my darling.
We disagree all the time,
I cannot tell you why.
Sometimes my temper flares,
I turn and you're gone,
and you fly.
I can't explain why I do,
just argue and criticize.
I know in the end it will cause you to leave and to cry.
--Chorus 2--
So why do I do it?
I'm causing you pain.
I'm lucky to have you,
I must be insane.
You're riding so hard,
on this cold night alone.
I need you my darling,
I need you back home.
Hurry my darling.
In the night she rode, under starlit sky.
Over rolling hills with mist in the air,
and in her eyes.
Clutching hard to the mane,
keeping an even stride.
Urging the gentle mare on through the fields
of wheat and of rye.
--Chorus 1--
Another Day
After seven and the tea is on.
Should I go out to work?
Should I stay at home?
Hard to recognize each day gone by.
Hard to recognize myself sometimes.
On my way through another day.
Kiss the wife,
see I'm late,
out the door I fly.
Rushing to a place I loath to be.
I'm hard at work but it won't set me free
--Chorus--
Oh... Oh... I want to be free.
Oh... Oh... I want to be free.
Time for lunch,
time for tea and rest.
Light a smoke,
tell a joke,
try to hide the stress.
Time is passing by so slowly.
How did I get so old so quickly?
--Chorus--
Sun's behind a cloud as I go home.
And the chill in the air,
sets inside my bones.
Why do I complain so easily?
I know it could have worked out worse for me.
After dinner kiss the wife goodbye.
Tell the kids get to bed,
to the pub I fly.
Is this today or the day before?
And like always I pass out on the floor, crying...
--Chorus--
I Can't Say No
Hardly a day, hardly a minute goes by,
that I don't think of how you once cared.
Why do you keep me,
why not just...throw me aside?
Why do I wait here like a fool.
--Chorus--
And I... I...Can't say no
And I... I...Can't say no
Maybe it's me,
maybe it's something I did wrong.
Still there are times when you want me.
I can't think straight,
why don't you just leave me alone?
I can't control how I feel.
--Chorus--
You tel me you want me,
you need me.
You lie.
I take my chances each time.
Then when you leave me you...
tell me good-bye.
I die a little inside.
--Chorus--
Hardly a day, hardly a second goes by,
that I don't think of you wanting me.
I know I'm a fool
I've got to stop...
waiting in line.
But I just can't control how I feel.
--Chorus--(repeat)
All Over Again (also look for this song on Kegman 2001: A Drunken Odessy )
Oh I...
I had a thought about you yesterday.
I heard a song that made me think of you.
Now I'm hurtin' all over again.
Oh I...
I miss the way you used to smile at me.
I wonder if you feel the same way too.
Hurtin' all over again.
--Chorus--
I'm frightened by this hold you have on me.
Shaping everything I do.
Just when I finally feel I'll be alright, well,
something happens and, I think of you.
Oh I...
I dreamt about you for another day.
Another day I thought of nothing else but you.
Hurthin' all over again.
--Chorus--
Oh I...
I realize there's no one else for me.
No other girl can me me feel the way you do.
Hurtin' all over again.
Copyright © by Scott Hendricks