Wolf Notes - 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 rosined-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