作词 : Colin Meloy
作曲 : 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 ****s 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 **********s
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.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Colin Meloy
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Colin Meloy
[00:25.08]My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
[00:30.96] In pre-war Paris
[00:35.25] Smuggling bombs for the underground.
[00:46.50] And she met my father
[00:50.28] At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
[00:55.86] He was disguised as a Russian cadet
[00:58.83] in the employ of the Axis.
[01:08.46] And there in the half-light
[01:10.47] Of the provincial midnight
[01:12.99] To a lone concertina
[01:16.23] They drank in cantinas
[01:17.43] And toasted to Edith Piaf
[01:18.03] And the fall of the Reich.
[01:41.25] My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
[01:51.18] And left for the cattle
[01:56.16] But later was found by a communist
[02:06.15] Who'd deserted his ranks
[02:07.65] To follow his dream
[02:15.72] To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.
[02:26.82] I get letters sometimes.
[02:29.82] They bought a plantation
[02:33.15]She ****s the tobacco
[02:35.61] He offends the nation
[02:37.44] And they write, "Don't be a stranger, why'hear."
[02:40.65] "Sincerely, your sister."
[03:00.33] So my parents had me
[03:03.18] To the disgust of the **********s
[03:04.71] On a bed in a brothel.
[03:13.53] Surprisingly raised with tender care
[03:25.47] 'Til the money got tight
[03:30.39] And they bet me away
[03:32.10] To a blind brigadier in a game
[03:38.16] Of high stakes canasta.
[03:46.29] But he made me a sailor
[03:48.60] On his brigadier ship fleet.
[03:51.48] I know every yardarm
[03:53.61] From main mast to jib sheet.
[03:57.48] But sometimes I long to be landlocked
[04:04.77] And to work in a bakery.
作词 : Colin Meloy
作曲 : 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 ****s 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 **********s
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.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Colin Meloy
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Colin Meloy
[00:25.08]My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist
[00:30.96] In pre-war Paris
[00:35.25] Smuggling bombs for the underground.
[00:46.50] And she met my father
[00:50.28] At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
[00:55.86] He was disguised as a Russian cadet
[00:58.83] in the employ of the Axis.
[01:08.46] And there in the half-light
[01:10.47] Of the provincial midnight
[01:12.99] To a lone concertina
[01:16.23] They drank in cantinas
[01:17.43] And toasted to Edith Piaf
[01:18.03] And the fall of the Reich.
[01:41.25] My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
[01:51.18] And left for the cattle
[01:56.16] But later was found by a communist
[02:06.15] Who'd deserted his ranks
[02:07.65] To follow his dream
[02:15.72] To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina.
[02:26.82] I get letters sometimes.
[02:29.82] They bought a plantation
[02:33.15]She ****s the tobacco
[02:35.61] He offends the nation
[02:37.44] And they write, "Don't be a stranger, why'hear."
[02:40.65] "Sincerely, your sister."
[03:00.33] So my parents had me
[03:03.18] To the disgust of the **********s
[03:04.71] On a bed in a brothel.
[03:13.53] Surprisingly raised with tender care
[03:25.47] 'Til the money got tight
[03:30.39] And they bet me away
[03:32.10] To a blind brigadier in a game
[03:38.16] Of high stakes canasta.
[03:46.29] But he made me a sailor
[03:48.60] On his brigadier ship fleet.
[03:51.48] I know every yardarm
[03:53.61] From main mast to jib sheet.
[03:57.48] But sometimes I long to be landlocked
[04:04.77] And to work in a bakery.