Norwegian Hammerworks Corp.

(专辑： Industrial Silence - 1999)

Let me tell you 'bout 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, and it's getting hard to go to sleep at night
And hard to get up in the morning
I tell myself, I been 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
And I have a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse and worse
Until you get all the way around and then everything turns out all right

In one single flash I see bookshelf, computer, cigarettes
Photograph, pens and pencils, pop, table, curtain, carpet

A doctor tried to cure me of these ills
I stopped seeing her and I heard nothing more about me being mentally ill

In one single flash comes words, no poetry
Did you put on weight?
I take two, not one

Man with one arm, the best beer ever to come out of Belgium
If we kept drinking like this we wouldn't have to eat
But it's not like we really hate food, we hate our friends, The Lemonheads
VCR, last goodbye, this was 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 his golden tongue that speaks no more
This is his hand that will never move, this is his arm
This is where the hammer hit and this is what 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
With the hands of love, yeah, with the hands of love, yeah
With the hands of love, yeah, with the hands of love

Let me tell you 'bout the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail on the head each time, that's the point

This mechanism can successfully be adapted to must anything
Things like personality: man enters the room and it feels like someone just left
Pain, loss and modern designs in guitars and tambourines

Let me tell you 'bout the way the hammer moves
The hammer goes up and down
And hits the nail on the head each time, now 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
Just these little things that keep putting me off the track
Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles
Things just keep getting worse and worse until you get all the way around
And then everything turns out all right

In one single flash I see bookshelf, computer, cigarettes
Photograph, pens and pencils, record, pop, pills, table, curtain, carpet