The Fiery Furnaces - Wolf Notes lyrics

Pick up your trumpet,

your plastic pretend trumpet:

blow me your horn today

Pick up your tambourine,

your Fisher Price My First Tamborine:

jingle and jangle today.

Plug in your keyboard,

your symphonic sound samba Samsung:

pick out a tune today.

Turn off your radio

shut away your stereo

put away your discman

and play me a tune today:

I rub the peg-paste and the chalk in.

scrape and the wolf-notes start to grrr.

I did a donkey's back with fixed frog

and I martellato the slur.

Through an open wound you watch the guts go,

cut cross the cat line, thick and thin.

All overspun and resigned-up a slow stick trills me, trills me:

She varnished all around her F-holes;

blue tape take aim, but the arms are too low.

Legato look and sawing detache:

but you want to bust your bow.

Bow down and wipe off, snap the case closed.

Madame Professor says Well done.

But an electric stroboscopic frequency meter'd say otherwise.

I scratch harmonicas in half-position;

I pinch my e-string rat-a-tat;

I double stop on any open string;

screw my G on up to B-flat.