Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poor Fractured Atlas, artist - Elvis Costello.
Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Song language: English
Poor Fractured Atlas |
Hes out in the woods with his squirrel gun |
To try to recapture his anger |
Hes screaming some words at the top of his lungs |
Until he begins to feel younger |
But back at his desk in the city we find |
Our trembling punch-drunken fighter |
Who cant find the strength now to punish the length |
Of the ribbon in his little typewriter |
Poor fractured atlas |
Threw himself across the mattress |
Waving his withering pencil |
As if it were a pirates cutlass |
Im almost certain hes trying to increase his burden |
He said «thats how the child in me planned it; |
A woman wouldnt understand it» |
I believe there was something that I wanted to say |
Before I conclude this epistle |
But you would forgive me for holding my tongue |
cause man made the blade and the pistol |
Yes man made the waterfall over the dam |
To temper his tantrum with magic |
Now you cant be sure of that tent of azure |
Since he punched a hole in the fabric |
A woman wouldnt understand it A woman wouldnt understand it |