Fiery Furnaces (The). Rehearsing My Choir. The Garfield El. Zeneszám

Faster, hammers!
Faster, hammers!
Churn and turn into my late train to my lost love!
Ring away today, stick, bruise into my felt, or so I felt.
I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer and I mean to open the folding green and white door
and take a late train to my lost love.
Faster, hammers!
Faster, hammers!

Listen to those dead pianos, pins stuck in their hearts,
clang tap bell pedal down dead wood chipped and dull dark steel,
rattling and chattering and chilly on a damp November afternoon
on tracks 1 and 2
and 12 and 13.
On that ribbon spinning and computer colors.
Tick tacks on round wire,
spun steel spark on three rail thin lines.

See a minor, a little girl.
Ask if she would like for instance some fudge.
But I didn't budge, and said I didn't care.
I wanted to sit, and I wanted to stare.
Spin steel, tick tack on three little strings made three little rails made one note clunk.
Three rails squeaking and sputtering down the west side.
I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer and I mean to open the folding green and white door
and take a late train to my lost love.
Faster, hammers!
Faster, hammers!

Chatter down the tracks, you thumb tack smiley skull teeth,
ticking 5 dollar throwaway pianos past!
A late train to my lost love.

(Listen to those dead pianos, pins stuck in their hearts,
clang tap bell pedal down dead wood chipped and dull dark steel,
rattling and chattering and chilly on a damp November afternoon
on tracks 1 and 2
and 12 and 13.
On that ribbon spinning and computer colors.
Tick tacks on round wire,
spun steel spark on three rail thin lines.)

Late, by act of Congress and blue all the way to Forest Park,
and this ribbon spinning and computer color, into a public transport for everyone to hear
and get on track
and back to my lost love.
Faster, hammers!
Faster, hammers!
We're almost there.

Faster, hammers!
We're almost there.

I'd like to tell you a story, kids,
but instead I'll change the subject.
Listen to this tune, it sounds like a condolence card,
Bought at the last minute for someone you can't stand,
For someone you never liked.
And isn't it cute?

La la la...

Listen to this tune I'm playing now, kids.
Does it seem sad?
Does it remind you of when?