Wolf Notes Lyrics - The Fiery Furnaces

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.