My Mother Was a Chinese Trapese Artist

Album cover art for "My Mother Was a Chinese Trapese Artist" by The Decemberists

The Decemberists - Rock, Indie Rock

My Mother Was a Chinese Trapese Artist

2 Plays

Duration: 4:42

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist in pre-war Paris Smuggling bombs for the underground And she met my father at a fete in Aix-en-Provence He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the employ of the Axis [Chorus 1] And there in the half-light of the provincial midnight To a lone concertina, they drank in cantinas And toasted to Edith Piaf And the fall of the Reich [Verse 2] My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy and left for the cattle But later was found by a communist Who'd deserted his ranks to follow his dream To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina [Chorus 2] I get letters sometimes, they bought a plantation She weeds the tobacco, he offends the nation And they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear?" "Sincerely, your sister" [Verse 3] So my parents had me, to the disgust of the prostitutes, on a bed in a brothel Surprisingly raised with tender care 'Til the money got tight and they bet me away To a blind brigadier in a game of high stakes canasta [Chorus 3] But he made me a sailor on his brigadier ship fleet I know every yardarm from main mast to jib sheet But sometimes I long to be landlocked And to work in a bakery

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Credits

Writers
  • Colin Meloy