tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204483982012-02-02T08:14:56.599+01:00mashed potatoesNoah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-74566908877800423352007-09-07T12:41:00.001+02:002007-09-07T12:44:26.709+02:00Toxic waste affald fra voksne der har glemt kompasset<br />Human lab factories hvor sandheden støbes tilpasset<br />Jorden er giftig<br /><br />Angstens hvide kitler overflødiggør onani<br />Normaliseringsmekanik ætser vild fantasi<br />Jorden er giftig<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-7456690887780042335?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-34450298947094191022007-08-24T10:09:00.000+02:002007-10-08T10:17:06.281+02:00<p>Lasternes tvekamp føder den sorte længsel<br />i måneskærets pseudoparadis<br /><br />Frådende gennemtrænger han hendes hylster<br />og æder mekanisk det døde glemte kød<br /><br />Draget af liderlighedens kaleidoskop<br />kvæles drømmen i fantasiens åndenød<br />fængslet af den knitrende magnets lindrende otium</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-3445029894709419102?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-74444324593797791362007-06-30T22:56:00.000+02:002007-12-20T21:26:17.220+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote><p>åbn mine øjne<br />for de tanker som nu er blinde <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">(som engang var mine)</span><br /></span>før mig hjem <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">(vis mig hen)<br /></span>til min skat - nu blot et minde<br /><br />tænd min ild<br />til mørket sluges af min flamme<br />væk min sjæl<br />til vores øjne ser (elsker) det samme<br /><br />for jeg troede alting var borte<br />men det var migselv jeg havde glemt<br />inden i er alting intakt<br />blot håbet mistet sin glans</p></blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">-------<br /><br />Denne sang handler basalt set om at finde sit værd, altså ubesværet og uhengivent erklære sin kærlighed til sig selv og tro på det. Dualismen omfatter et kvælende mørke, som aftvinger drømmen sit håb. Langsomt og lidt hemmeligt, lidt som en listetyv, bliver man fanget i et tvivlsscenarie, hvor succesraten, i et urealistisk selvforvaltet forventningspres, bliver enerådig dommer med diktatoriske tendenser. Til sidst glemmer man det som havde værdi inden i, det som man selv valgte...uden hensynstagen...sin skat. Man bliver spist af livet istedet for at spise af livet. Men lyset brænder dog, for det er der jo stadigvæk...men ligesom en skinnende skat på et glemt loftrum skal tingene jo lige støves af før de skinner.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2007</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-7444432459379779136?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-2371111787659202292007-06-11T14:21:00.000+02:002007-06-30T22:53:18.924+02:00Træd varsomt<br />I den tråd som er vores<br />Vær blid<br />Ved det spind som forvandles<br />Imorgen er nu<br />Hilser sorgen farvel<br /><br />Bliv her i mig<br />Endnu en stund<br />Væk mig når drømmen går bort<br />Blot erindringen visner<br />Dog hjertet forstår<br /><br />Omsluttet af tomhed<br />Drager tanken afsted<br />Vi mødes igen<br />I ømhedens sale<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-237111178765920229?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-58294486870463471782007-01-13T04:45:00.000+01:002007-01-13T04:50:47.888+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote>though they helped him awake<br />nobody stood there when he falled<br />and when he pulled out his hands<br />nobody told him that<br /><br />his beauty lies within<br />in his heartbeat</blockquote><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;" >Copyright by Noah Laux 2007</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-5829448687046347178?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-1632821566904411192006-12-25T00:52:00.000+01:002007-01-02T10:59:15.513+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote>then he woke up her forgotten dreams<br />with hidden spells and intense eyes<br />he even melted her ears with cream<br />and they both believed the pack of lies</blockquote><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-163282156690441119?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-92130392189422119042006-12-12T23:23:00.000+01:002007-01-02T03:18:21.004+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote> kom frem<br />vis mit dit ansigt<br />du er spejlet<br />du er mig inden i<br /><br />du kender mine knapper<br />og voldtager mit sind<br />du suger mit liv<br />i min egen nøjsomme galje<br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><blockquote>kom frem kryster<br />vi er i samme båd<br />vi skal samme vej - anyway<br /></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-9213039218942211904?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-42155455266181169712006-12-06T01:17:00.000+01:002007-05-27T15:29:36.772+02:00<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">DRAFT #2</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span><br /><br /><blockquote><p>Det er bare fordi<br />Du er i mig endnu<br />smagen af dit sind<br />duften af din hud<br /><br />du er som min søster - min bror<br />vi ser med samme øjne<br /><br />spiser af dit smil<br />tankerne de danser om din mund<br />skal der være en grund?</p></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><blockquote><p>Hvad med os to?<br />dig og mig?<br />Du er min uendelige længsel<br />Dig og mig<br />Hvad med os to?<br />Du er min henmmelige ømhed</p></blockquote><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A2</strong></span><br /><blockquote><p>Det er bare fordi<br />du vokser inden i mig<br />i forbudte tanker<br />i mørkets lyst<br /><br />du er som min søster - min bror<br />vi ser hinandens løgne</p><p>Vi kunne miste alt<br />Kunne ændre hvad du mente var sandt<br />stadig levende i mig</p></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><blockquote><p>Hvad med os to?<br />dig og mig?<br />Du er min uendelige længsel<br />Dig og mig<br />Hvad med os to?<br />Du er min henmmelige ømhed</p></blockquote></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux & Miriam Dahane 2007</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span><br /><br /><blockquote>Det er bare fordi<br />Du er i mig endnu<br />smagen af dit sind<br />duften af din hud<br /><br />Men du er min søster - min bror<br />og alle mine løgne<br /><br />det er bare fordi<br />du vokser inden i mig<br />i forbudte tanker<br />i mørkets laster<br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><blockquote>men det dig<br />det dig<br />det dig - jeg vil ha<br /></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2006</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-4215545526618116971?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-20992345316496043902006-11-25T02:21:00.000+01:002007-01-02T03:20:05.671+01:00<span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span><br /><blockquote>I don't know how she ended up my bed<br />don't have a qlue, have a hole so black<br />you'll see tomorrow will be the same, I bet<br />cause it's the basic control I totally lack<br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF</strong></span><br /><blockquote>I love, I hate<br />it's all the same<br />like a nuclear soup<br />impossible to tame</blockquote></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A2</strong></span><br /><blockquote>there's no count for the beers I had<br />even my nose tries to heal to scars<br />it started allright, but ended all bad<br />just by luck, i didn't sleep behind bars </blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF</strong></span><br /><blockquote>I love, I hate<br />it's all the same<br />like a nuclear soup<br />impossible to tame</blockquote></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Copyright by Noah Laux 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-2099234531649604390?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-33509200996381490602006-09-04T01:31:00.000+02:002007-01-02T03:53:39.890+01:00<span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span><br /><blockquote>Eyes keep burning inside<br />I'm in battle with my pride<br />I could not see what they saw<br />Just could not stand me anymore<br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF</strong></span><br /><blockquote>They don't mind I'm here<br />They don't care where I'm coming from<br /><br />They came to tear me apart...</blockquote></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-3350920099638149060?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-274835970943978362006-07-02T02:14:00.000+02:002007-01-02T03:21:09.719+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span><br /></span><blockquote>where did we go?<br />how did we get here?<br />Why did we take that train to misery<br /><br />where do we go?<br />how do we get from here?<br />stop that train and hold on to me<br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><blockquote>and I'll kiss you<br />the clouds will faint</blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-27483597094397836?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-28352055894834805902006-06-06T23:14:00.000+02:002007-01-02T03:21:54.705+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span><br /></span><blockquote>Hvad hvis din tro var væk<br />og intet du vidste var sandt<br />Hvor ville du gå<br />og hvem skulle bære din brist<br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><blockquote>der kommer altid et mørke<br />der kommer altid et valg<br />Du står hurtigt alene<br />tør du være ene</blockquote><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">A2<br /></span></strong><strong></strong><blockquote>Hvad hvis din stemme var væk<br />og intet du hørte var sandt<br />hvor ville du gå hen<br />ville du bære min brist? </blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF</strong><br /></span><blockquote>der kommer altid et mørke<br />der kommer altid et valg<br />Du står hurtigt alene<br />tør du være den ene<br /></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux & Monica Traxl 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-2835205589483480590?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-38145207104719014392006-05-22T00:17:00.000+02:002007-01-02T03:27:01.722+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span><br /></span><blockquote>min krop skvælver af længsel<br />mit er hjerte itu igen<br />verden er gået i stå<br />for du er væk nu - forsvundet i tågens dis</blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-3814520710471901439?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-11935010014620140052006-05-05T22:16:00.000+02:002007-01-02T03:24:12.776+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><a href="http://noahlaux.mymusic.dk/diskografi/sang.asp?id=70935">THE SONG CAN BE HEARD HERE</a><br /><br /></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">FINAL DRAFT</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><blockquote>Kom igen<br />og vis mig vej<br />til himlen<br /><br />Kom igen<br />og kys mine læber<br />i mørket nu<br /><br />uh - kom igen<br />tag mine hænder<br />og før mig til drømmen</blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><blockquote>bag de lukkede øjne<br />og i hjertet my darling<br />er de tårer du kysser bort<br />du drikker min længsel<br /></blockquote><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">A2<br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong><blockquote>Find mig nu<br />Du som tog mig<br />til himlen<br /><br />hvem var du<br />som gav mig kyssene<br />i min drøm<br /><br />uh - find mig nu<br />vær min engel<br />for intet er som dig </blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF</strong><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><blockquote>bag de lukkede øjne<br />og i hjertet my darling<br />er de tårer du kysser bort<br />du drikker min længsel<br /></blockquote><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">OUTRO</span></strong><br /><blockquote>hvem var du<br />som gav mig kyssene<br />i min drøm<br /><br />du min engel<br />intet er som dig </blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux &amp; Monica Traxl 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-1193501001462014005?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-43164502404504092502006-04-24T01:28:00.000+02:002007-01-02T03:25:35.538+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote>Think I'd never met someone<br />Quite like you - in the dark<br />Did you ever missed the one?<br /><br />Think I've found you<br />Standing all alone<br />Waiting for me</blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Copyright by Noah Laux 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-4316450240450409250?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-17885268266183760442006-01-02T02:29:00.000+01:002007-01-02T04:04:22.340+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote>I come in<br />she's so beautiful<br />I come in<br /><br />I go out<br />she's so sad<br />I go out</blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Copyright by Noah Laux 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-1788526826618376044?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-86634487289518802962005-07-19T02:41:00.000+02:002007-01-04T00:00:09.501+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote>I close your eyes<br />I let you come in my mind<br />Want you to see me<br />Naked in the sun</blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><blockquote>Please, take my hand<br />We dance in the sand</blockquote><br />This is awesome awful lyrics...the meaning has to be polished<blockquote></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2005</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-8663448728951880296?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-15053455526712591832004-09-13T01:00:00.000+02:002007-01-02T03:23:39.242+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #2</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote>She's on her own<br />Inside her the voices takes control<br />you see it in her eyes<br />you see it in the way she dance alone<br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><blockquote>All they say<br />Feels like a fire stocked inside<br /></blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A2</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote>She moves again<br />To cry somewhere else, it's no use<br />She find noone's real<br />She punish herself to stand the pain<br /></blockquote> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span> <blockquote>All they say<br />Feels like a fire stocked inside</blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Copyright by Noah Laux 2005</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-1505345552671259183?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-19055693077104120342004-08-12T01:54:00.000+02:002007-01-02T03:25:00.147+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span></span><br /><blockquote>you were once a dream<br />my casualty<br />Made lies to make it happend<br /><br />You lost your dreams<br />drowned in imagination<br />you've come this far<br />you're made of this</blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><blockquote>It feels like I'm awake</blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-1905569307710412034?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20448398.post-44386787480596103122004-08-12T01:40:00.000+02:002007-01-02T03:23:10.152+01:00<span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DRAFT #1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>A1</strong></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here we stand again<br />surprised that our wings<br />couldn't carry the dreams we had</span></blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>REF</strong></span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we lost our faith<br />to the child within<br />just to let go and fly<br />we lost our faith</span></blockquote></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright by Noah Laux 2005</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20448398-4438678748059610312?l=noahlaux.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Noah Lauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197382243031428821noreply@blogger.com1