Poor Fractured Atlas Lyrics

Song	Poor Fractured Atlas
Artist	Elvis Costello
Album	Extreme Honey: The Very Best Of The Warner Brothers Years
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	作曲 : Costello
	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 over the dam
	To temper his tantrum with magic
	Now you can't be sure of that tent of azure
	Since he punched a hole in the fabric
	Chorus
	A woman wouldn't understand it
	A woman wouldn't understand it

	zuo qu : Costello
	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 punchdrunken 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 over the dam
	To temper his tantrum with magic
	Now you can' t be sure of that tent of azure
	Since he punched a hole in the fabric
	Chorus
	A woman wouldn' t understand it
	A woman wouldn' t understand it

	zuò qǔ : Costello
	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 punchdrunken 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 over the dam
	To temper his tantrum with magic
	Now you can' t be sure of that tent of azure
	Since he punched a hole in the fabric
	Chorus
	A woman wouldn' t understand it
	A woman wouldn' t understand it

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