My Mother Was a Chinese Trapeze Artist

Song	My Mother Was a Chinese Trapeze Artist
Artist	The Decemberists
Album	5 Songs

	作曲 : The Decemberists
	作词 : Colin Meloy
	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.
	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.

	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.
	I get letters sometimes.
	They bought a plantation
	She weeds the tobacco
	He offends the nation
	And they write, "Don't be a stranger, why'hear."
	"Sincerely, your sister."

	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.
	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.

	zuò qǔ : The Decemberists
	zuò cí : Colin Meloy
	My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
	In prewar Paris
	Smuggling bombs for the underground.
	And she met my father
	At a fete in AixenProvence.
	He was disguised as a Russian cadet
	in the employ of the Axis.
	And there in the halflight
	Of the provincial midnight
	To a lone concertina
	They drank in cantinas
	And toasted to Edith Piaf
	And the fall of the Reich.

	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.
	I get letters sometimes.
	They bought a plantation
	She weeds the tobacco
	He offends the nation
	And they write, " Don' t be a stranger, why' hear."
	" Sincerely, your sister."

	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.
	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.