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.