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Lyrics for Poor Fractured Atlas by Elvis Costello:
| | | Artist: | Elvis Costello |
| | Album: | All This Useless Beauty | | Track: | Poor Fractured Atlas | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 73 | | | | Lyrics: | He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun
To try to recapture his anger
He's 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 can't 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
pirate's cutlass
I'm almost certain he's trying to increase his burden
He said "That's how
the child in me planned it
A woman wouldn't 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 and
the dam
To temper his tantrum with magic
Now you can't be sure of that ten of
azure
Since he punched a hole in the fabric
Poor fractured Atlas
Threw himself
across the mattress
Waving his withering pencil as if it were a pirate's cutlass
I'm
almost certain he's trying to increase his burden
He said "That's how the child in me planned
it
A woman wouldn't understand it" | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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