Wolf Notes

Lyrics for Wolf Notes

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.