Madrugada - Norwegian Hammerworks Corp. lyrics

Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves The hammer goes up and down And hits the nail, on the head each time That's the point I write 1998 It's getting hard to go to sleep at night And hard to get up in the morning I tell myself, I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long But this is not the truth There's no sign of no big break down It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles Things just keep getting worse and worse 'Till they get all the way around And then everything turns out alright In one single flash I see book shelfs Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils Pop-craving critics curving A doctor tried to cure me of these ills 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 we wouldn't have to leave It's not like I'm real hateful with our friends, our beloved friends VCR, last goodbyes, this is not the time for old I love you's This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love This is where the hammer hit, this is its golden tongue There speaks no more, this is his hand that will never move This is his arm, well, this is where the hammer hit, this is when it tore apart This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love With the hands of love, with the hands of love With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love yeah With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah With the hands of love yeah, uuh shalalala with the hands of love yeah Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves The hammer goes up and down And hits the nail, on the head each time That's the point, yeah This mechanism can successfully be adapted to almost everything Things like a personality, man enters the room feels like someone just left Pain, loss, mother to silence, guitars and tambourines Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves The hammer goes up and down And hits the nail, on the head each time That's the point I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long Too long Yeah, I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long But this is not the truth There's no sign of no big break down It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles Things just keep getting worse and worse 'Til they get all the way around And then eveything turns out alright In one single flash I see book shelfs, Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils Record pop-craving critics curving