Madrugada - Norwegian Hammerworks Corp. lyrics

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up & down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That is the point
All right in 1998
It is getting hard to go to sleep at night
And hard to get up in the morning
I tell myself, I am gonnao hard, too rash, too long, too long
But this isn´t the truth
Theres no sign of no big break down
It is just these little things that keep putting me of the track
Yea, I´ve a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse & worse
´Til they get all the way around
And then eveything turns out alright
In one single flash I see both shows
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens & pencils
Pop-craving critics curving
A doctor tried to cure me of these shells
I stopped seeing him
I heard nothing more about being mentally ill
In one single flash comes words, no poetry
Did you put on weight
I take two, not one
A man with one arm
Best beer ever to come out of Belgium
If you kept drinking like this it´dn´t have to be
It isn´t like I am real hateful with our friends, our beloved friends
VCR, last goodbyes, this isn´t the time for all I love you´s
This nail is bent & broken, straighten it out with the hands of love
This is where the hammer hits, this is its golden tongue
There speaks no more, this is the same that were never moved
This is the tsar at will, this is where the hammer hit, this is when the turnpike
This nail is bent & broken, straighten it out with the hands of love
With the hands of love, with the hands of love
With the hands of love yea, with the hands of love yea
With the hands of love yea, with the hands of love
With the hands of love, with the hands of love yea
With the hands of love, with the hands of love yea
With the hands of love yea, uuh shalalala with the hands of love yea
Yea yea.. Yea yea.. Yea yea
Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up & down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That is the point, yea
This mechanism can succesfully be adapted to almost everything
Things like a personel room, man enters the room feels like someone just left
Pain, loss, mother to silence, guitars & tambourines

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up & down
And hits the nail, on the head each time
That is the point
I tell myself I am gonnao hard, too rash, too long
Too long
Yea, I tell myself I am gonnao hard, too rash, too long, too long
But this isn´t the truth
Theres no sign of no big break down
It is just these little things that keep putting me of the track
Yea, I´ve a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse & worse
´Til they get all the way around
And then eveything turns out alright
In one single flash I see both shows
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens & pencils
Record pop-craving critics curving

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