Lirik Lagu My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist - The Decemberists
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My mother was a Chinese trapeze artistIn pre-war ParisSmuggling bombs for the underground.And she met my fatherAt a fete in Aix-en-Provence.He was disguised as a Russian cadetin the employ of the Axis.And there in the half-lightOf the provincial midnightTo a lone concertinaThey drank in cantinasAnd toasted to Edith PiafAnd the fall of the Reich.
My sister was born in a hovel in BurgundyAnd left for the cattleBut later was found by a communistWho'd deserted his ranksTo follow his dreamTo start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.I get letters sometimes.They bought a plantationShe weeds the tobaccoHe offends the nationAnd they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear.""Sincerely, your sister."
So my parents had meTo the disgust of the prostitutesOn a bed in a brothel.Surprisingly raised with tender care'Til the money got tightAnd they bet me awayTo a blind brigadier in a gameOf high stakes canasta.But he made me a sailorOn his brigadier ship fleet.I know every yardarmFrom main mast to jib sheet.But sometimes I long to be landlockedAnd to work in a bakery.
My sister was born in a hovel in BurgundyAnd left for the cattleBut later was found by a communistWho'd deserted his ranksTo follow his dreamTo start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.I get letters sometimes.They bought a plantationShe weeds the tobaccoHe offends the nationAnd they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear.""Sincerely, your sister."
So my parents had meTo the disgust of the prostitutesOn a bed in a brothel.Surprisingly raised with tender care'Til the money got tightAnd they bet me awayTo a blind brigadier in a gameOf high stakes canasta.But he made me a sailorOn his brigadier ship fleet.I know every yardarmFrom main mast to jib sheet.But sometimes I long to be landlockedAnd to work in a bakery.
