[00:00.00] 作词 : Sivert Høyem
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Madrugada
[00:46.68]me Let tell you about the way the hammer moves
[00:48.13]The hammer goes up and down
[00:49.63]And hits the nail, on the head each time
[00:51.50]That's the point
[00:52.00]
[00:59.17]All right in 1998
[00:59.91]It's getting hard to go to sleep at night
[01:01.85]And hard to get up in the morning
[01:03.53]I tell myself, I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long
[01:12.08]But this is not the truth
[01:13.14]There's no sign of no big break down
[01:15.02]It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track
[01:17.76]Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles
[01:21.63]Things just keep getting worse and worse
[01:23.06]'Til they get all the way around
[01:24.87]And then eveything turns out alright
[01:28.19]In one single flash I see both shows
[01:29.87]Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
[01:32.31]Pop-craving critics curving
[01:32.93]
[01:38.21]A doctor tried to cure me of these shells
[01:40.02]I stopped seeing him
[01:41.08]I heard nothing more about being mentally ill
[01:44.52]In one single flash comes words, no poetry
[01:47.39]Did you put on weight
[01:48.70]I take two, not one
[01:50.14]A man with one arm
[01:51.51]Best beer ever to come out of Belgium
[01:53.01]If you kept drinking like this it wouldn't have to be
[01:56.38]It's not like I'm real hateful with our friends, our beloved friends
[01:59.14]VCR, last goodbyes, this is not the time for all I love you's
[02:06.17]
[02:16.29]This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love
[02:29.66]This is where the hammer hits, this is its golden tongue
[02:36.58]There speaks no more, this is the same that were never moved
[02:43.07]This is the tsar at will, this is where the hammer hit, this is when the turnpike
[02:49.22]This nail is bent and broken, straighten it out with the hands of love
[02:52.71]
[02:54.34]With the hands of love, with the hands of love
[03:02.58]With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love yeah
[03:09.08]With the hands of love yeah, with the hands of love
[03:14.69]With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah
[03:21.93]With the hands of love, with the hands of love yeah
[03:28.36]With the hands of love yeah, uuh shalalala with the hands of love yeah
[03:33.95]Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah.. Yeah yeah
[03:39.22]
[03:46.85]Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
[03:48.98]The hammer goes up and down
[03:50.66]And hits the nail, on the head each time
[03:53.47]That's the point, yeah
[03:58.08]
[04:12.68]This mechanism can succesfully be adapted to almost everything
[04:14.74]Things like a personel room, man enters the room feels like someone just left
[04:20.79]Pain, loss, mother to silence, guitars and tambourines
[04:33.34]
[04:38.45]Let me tell you about the way the hammer moves
[04:40.58]The hammer goes up and down
[04:41.64]And hits the nail, on the head each time
[04:43.45]That's the point
[04:45.51]I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long
[04:48.50]Too long
[04:50.62]Yeah, I tell myself I'm going too hard, too rash, too long, too long
[04:55.11]But this is not the truth
[04:56.42]There's no sign of no big break down
[04:58.30]It's just these little things that keep putting me of the track
[05:00.42]Yeah, I have a notion of moving around in circles
[05:03.85]Things just keep getting worse and worse
[05:05.28]'Til they get all the way around
[05:06.61]And then eveything turns out alright
[05:08.79]In one single flash I see both shows
[05:10.54]Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
[05:12.52]Record pop-craving critics curving

作词 : Sivert Høyem
作曲 : Madrugada
me Let 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