Norwegian Hammerworks Corp Lyrics

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
All
right in 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
'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 and 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 wouldn't have to be
It's not like I'm real
hateful with our friends, our beloved friends
VCR, last goodbyes, this is
not the time for all I love you's
This nail is bent and 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 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 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 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 both
shows
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
Record
pop-craving critics curving