The Decemberists - My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist Lyrics

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My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist pre-war in 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 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

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

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Well I get letters sometimes they bought the plantation

She weeds the tobacco he offends the nation

And they write "Don't be a stranger y'hear sincerely your sister"

So my parents had me to the disgust of the prostitutes

Bred 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

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