My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist
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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, y'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.
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, y'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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.14] My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
[00:16.38] In pre-war Paris
[00:20.84] Smuggling bombs for the underground.
[00:26.38] And she met my father
[00:34.44] At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
[00:39.84] He was disguised as a Russian cadet
[00:43.49] In the employ of the Axis.
[00:50.79] And there in the half-light
[00:52.55] Of the provincial midnight
[00:54.34] To a lone concertina
[00:56.11] They drank in cantinas
[00:59.73] And toasted to Edith Piaf
[01:02.46] And the fall of the Reich.
[01:19.65] My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
[01:26.85] And left for the cattle
[01:31.40] But later was found by a communist
[01:35.96] Who'd deserted his ranks
[01:44.00] To follow his dream
[01:50.49] To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.
[02:00.36] I get letters sometimes.
[02:02.18] They bought a plantation
[02:04.87] She weeds the tobacco
[02:06.62] He offends the nation
[02:09.33] And they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear?
[02:13.07] Sincerely, your sister."
[02:27.46] So my parents had me
[02:31.94] To the disgust of the prostitutes
[02:37.47] On a bed in a brothel.
[02:41.91] Surprisingly raised with tender care
[02:50.96] 'Til the money got tight
[02:56.48] And they bet me away
[03:00.96] To a blind brigadier in a game
[03:03.65] Of high stakes canasta.
[03:10.83] But he made me a sailor
[03:12.64] On his brigadier ship fleet.
[03:15.40] I know every yardarm
[03:18.18] From main mast to jib sheet.
[03:19.94] But sometimes I long to be landlocked
[03:27.19] And to work in a bakery.
[03:46.13]
[00:16.38] In pre-war Paris
[00:20.84] Smuggling bombs for the underground.
[00:26.38] And she met my father
[00:34.44] At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
[00:39.84] He was disguised as a Russian cadet
[00:43.49] In the employ of the Axis.
[00:50.79] And there in the half-light
[00:52.55] Of the provincial midnight
[00:54.34] To a lone concertina
[00:56.11] They drank in cantinas
[00:59.73] And toasted to Edith Piaf
[01:02.46] And the fall of the Reich.
[01:19.65] My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
[01:26.85] And left for the cattle
[01:31.40] But later was found by a communist
[01:35.96] Who'd deserted his ranks
[01:44.00] To follow his dream
[01:50.49] To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.
[02:00.36] I get letters sometimes.
[02:02.18] They bought a plantation
[02:04.87] She weeds the tobacco
[02:06.62] He offends the nation
[02:09.33] And they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear?
[02:13.07] Sincerely, your sister."
[02:27.46] So my parents had me
[02:31.94] To the disgust of the prostitutes
[02:37.47] On a bed in a brothel.
[02:41.91] Surprisingly raised with tender care
[02:50.96] 'Til the money got tight
[02:56.48] And they bet me away
[03:00.96] To a blind brigadier in a game
[03:03.65] Of high stakes canasta.
[03:10.83] But he made me a sailor
[03:12.64] On his brigadier ship fleet.
[03:15.40] I know every yardarm
[03:18.18] From main mast to jib sheet.
[03:19.94] But sometimes I long to be landlocked
[03:27.19] And to work in a bakery.
[03:46.13]