Poor Fractured Atlas
Elvis Costello Lyrics


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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

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"

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Poor Fractured Atlas" by Elvis Costello center around a man who is struggling to cope with his anger and frustration. The first stanza describes him retreating to the woods with his gun to capture his rage, but the second stanza portrays him back at his desk in defeat. He is unable to punish even the length of a ribbon in his typewriter, indicating a significant loss of power and confidence. The chorus describes him as "Poor fractured Atlas" - referencing the Greek god who holds up the world on his shoulders - throwing himself across his mattress, waving his pencil as if it were a pirate's cutlass, and trying to increase his burden.


Throughout the song, Costello provides commentary on the human condition, suggesting that man is responsible for creating both the tools of destruction (blades and pistols) and the wonders of the world (waterfalls and magic). The implication is that man's rage and frustration can lead to both destructive and creative outcomes. The final line of the song, "A woman wouldn't understand it," suggests that this man's struggle is explicitly male, and maybe even tied to societal expectations of masculinity.


Overall, "Poor Fractured Atlas" is a character study of a man who is struggling to understand and control his emotions, while also commenting on broader societal issues around gender and power.


Line by Line Meaning

He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun
He's trying to release his anger by going to nature with a gun


To try to recapture his anger
He wants to feel angry again and be in control of his emotions


He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs
He's shouting out his frustrations


Until he begins to feel younger
Expressing his anger makes him feel young and powerful again


But back at his desk in the city we find
Returning to the real world, he feels defeated and weak


Our trembling punch-drunken fighter
He's not physically strong, but still fights with his writing


Who can't find the strength now to punish the length
He's struggling to finish his writing and lacks motivation


Of the ribbon in his little typewriter
He's struggling to write, even though he's only dealing with a small piece of technology


Poor fractured Atlas
The character is struggling to hold up his own weight, mirroring Atlas in Greek mythology


Threw himself across the mattress
The character is physically exhausted and emotionally drained


Waving his withering pencil
His writing tool represents his struggle and loss of motivation


As if it were a pirate's cutlass
He sees his writing tool as a weapon, which shows the importance of writing to him


I'm almost certain he's trying to increase his burden
He's adding to his own problems by focusing on negative thoughts


He said 'that's how the child in me planned it'
He's exploring his inner child and how it affects his current state of mind


A woman wouldn't understand it
He doesn't think a woman would be able to empathize with his struggles


I believe there was something that I wanted to say
The character is struggling to articulate his feelings into words


Before I conclude this epistle
Just before he ends his writing, he feels an obligation to say something more


But you would forgive me for holding my tongue
He decides not to say what's really on his mind


'Cause man made the blade and the pistol
The character is recognizing the destructive power of man-made creations


Yes, man made the waterfall over the dam
He's acknowledging the positive power of man-made creations


To temper his tantrum with magic
Man-made creations can both create anger and soothe it through the beauty of nature


Now you can't be sure of that tent of azure
He's lost confidence in the beauty of nature


Since he punched a hole in the fabric
He's physically damaged nature and lost its beauty


A woman wouldn't understand it
He still believes a woman wouldn't be able to understand his emotions


A woman wouldn't understand it
Repeating this line emphasizes his belief that women can't understand his struggles




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ELVIS COSTELLO

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