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My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist Tab

by Decemberists


This is one of my favourite Decemberists songs and I was disappointed that there wasn't 
tab yet, so I listened to it about 10 times and figured out the chords. There are some 
and things that I didn't have the time to figure out but here are the basics of the song:

Intro:
   / (x4)

                             
My mother was a chinese trapeze artist
          
In pre-war Paris
                              Emadd9 
Smuggling bombs for the underground.
              
And she met my father
                      
At a fete in Aix-en-Provence.
                          
He was disguised as a Russian cadet
                        Emadd9 
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
                        Emadd9 
And the fall of the Reich.

  

                                 
My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
                
And left for the cattle
                               Emadd9 
But later was found by a communist
                 
Who'd deserted his ranks
               
To follow his dream
                                        Emadd9 
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."
                      Emadd9 
"Sincerely, your sister."

  

       
So my parents had me
                               
To the disgust of the prostitutes
              
On a bed in a brothel.
                                 Emadd9 
Surprisingly raised with tender care
                  
'Til the money got tight
                  
And they bet me away
                       
To a blind brigadier in a game
                    Emadd9 
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.
                     
Ahhhhh    Ahhhhh    Ahhhhh

  

Listen to the recording for the rhythms. I love this song. Hope you do too.