Poor Fractured Atlas-Elvis Costello

歌手 : Elvis Costello
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:58

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TXT Poor Fractured Atlas-Elvis Costello 文本歌词

Poor Fractured Atlas - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)
Written by:Elvis 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 type writer
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
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
A woman wouldn't understand it
A woman wouldn't understand it