Madrugada - Norwegian Hammerworks Corp. Lyrics & Traduction

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 or 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 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 or 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 curvingLet 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 or 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 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 or 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 curvingLet 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 or 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 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 or 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 curvingLet 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 or 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 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 or 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

Permets-moi de te raconter la façon dont le marteau se déplace
Le marteau monte et descend et frappe la tête du clou à chaque fois, c’est de cela qu’il s’agit

J’écris en 1998, et il devient difficile de s’endormir la nuit
Et difficile de se lever le matin
Je me dis, je deviens trop coriace, trop téméraire, trop long, trop long

Mais ce n’est pas la vérité, il n’y a aucun signe de grosse dépression
Ce sont juste ces petites choses qui continuent de me mettre hors de moi
Et j’ai l’impression de tourner en rond
Ces choses deviennent de pire en pire
Jusqu’à ce que tu trouves le chemin autour de toi et enfin tout redevient normal

En un seul éclair je vois une étagère, un ordinateur, des cigarettes

Des photos, stylos et crayons, un bruit, une table, un tapis, un rideau

Une médecin a essayé de me guérir de cette maladie
J’ai arrêté de la voir et ne voulait plus entendre parler de dégénérescence mentale

En un seul éclair des mots me sont venus, pas de poésie
Avais-tu pris du poids ?
J’avais pris deux kilos, pas qu'un

Un homme avec un seul bras, la meilleure bière au monde est Belge
Si nous continuons de boire comme cela nous n’aurons pas à manger
Mais ce n’est pas comme si nous détestions la nourriture, nous détestons nos amis, les Lemonheads

VCR, dernier au revoir, ce n’était pas le moment pour tous ces vieux « Je t’aime »

Ce clou est courbé et cassé, redresse le avec les mains de l’amour
C’est ici que le marteau frappe, c’est la langue dorée qui ne parle plus
C’est ça main qui ne bougera plus, c’est son bras
C’est ici que le marteau frappe et c’est ce qu’il déchire
Ce clou est courbé et cassé, redresse le avec les mains de l’amour

Avec les mains de l’amour, avec les mains de l’amour
Avec les mains de l’amour ouais, avec les mains de l’amour ouais

Avec les mains de l’amour ouais, avec les mains de l’amour

Permets-moi de te raconter la façon dont le marteau se déplace
Le marteau monte et descend et frappe la tête du clou à chaque fois, c’est de cela qu’il s’agit
Ce mécanisme peut être aisément adapté a presque tout
Des choses comme la personnalité : un homme entre dans une pièce et ressent comme si quelqu’un venait de la quitter
La douleur, la perte et le design moderne des guitares et tambourins
Permet moi de te raconter la façon dont le marteau se déplace
Le marteau monte et descend et frappe la tête du clou à chaque fois, c’est de cela qu’il s’agit

Je me dis, je deviens trop coriace, trop téméraire, trop long, trop long
Ouais, je me dis, je deviens trop coriace, trop téméraire, trop long, trop long
Mais ce n’est pas la vérité, il n’y a aucun signe de grosse dépression
Ce sont juste ces petites choses qui continuent de me mettre hors de moi
Et j’ai l’impression de tourner en rond
Ces choses deviennent de pire en pire
Jusqu’à ce que tu trouves le chemin autour de toi et enfin tout redeviens normal
En un seul éclair je vois une étagère, un ordinateur, des cigarettes
Des photos, stylos et crayons, un bruit, une table, un tapis, un rideau