HOUSEWIFE RADIO

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Song title
"HOUSEWIFE RADIO"
Original Upload Date
May 11, 2014 Revised version: August 24th, 2015 2016 version: July 19th, 2016 Reupload of 2016 version: January 22nd, 2018
Singer
GUMI
Producer(s)
GHOST (music, lyrics, illustration, video)
Views
5,700+ Re-arranged version: 300,000+ 2016 version: 1,000,000+ (YT), 94,000+ (SC) Reupload of 2016 version: 10,000,000+ (YT), 780,000+ (SC)
Links
YouTube Broadcast (deleted) Revised version: YouTube Broadcast (deleted) / SoundCloud Broadcast (deleted) 2016 version: YouTube Broadcast (deleted) / SoundCloud Broadcast (deleted) Re-upload of 2016 version: YouTube Broadcast / SoundCloud Broadcast / Bandcamp Broadcast
Description The third part of Case One in the Communications Series

Lyrics

Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull

Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull

80 degrees, filled with vaporized
Iron pressing as wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired

Seven a.m is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
Scissors separate the yellow from the white
Good morning, small-town listeners

Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed dogs are jamming up
The thread comes in tangles
I see such pretty things

FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Stations and a needle help me fix himself

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day it feels like seams are more than torn

Making eyelids under the starlight
Hand-sew everything with purely kindness
Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
My heart pours out to you in desperation

Seven a.m is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
Out of misery, he'll return alive
His colors ought to show again-

Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and

blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in

Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in

Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
Blue and green and yellow and red; these aren't the colors i should see

FM comes in different colors, i believe
In the sewing machine I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Stations and a needle help me fix himself

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day it feels like seams are more than torn

STITCH, SEW, CUT AND PULL
STITCH, SEW, CUT AND PULL
STITCH, SEW, CUT AND PULL
STITCH, SEW, CUT AND PULL

STITCH, SEW, CUT AND PULL
STITCH, SEW, CUT AND PULL

STITCH, SEW,
I tried...
STITCH, SEW,
...You're alive!

HAH HAH
HAH HAH
HAH HAH
HAH HAH

80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired

7 A.M. is when the station plays its sounds,
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place.
Scissors separate the yellow from the white
Good morning, small-town listeners-!

Thimbles coat my fingers...
Feed dogs are jamming up!
The thread comes in tangles...
I see such pretty things...!

FM comes in different colors, I believe,
In the sewing machine I've lost myself.
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me.

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day it feels like seams are more than torn...!

Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots
Hand-sew everything, with kind intention
Liquid soundwaves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you, in desperation...

7 A.M is when the station plays its sounds,
Listening to the speaker while the... patterns sew into place
Unmistakably... he'll return alive
His colors, ought to show again-

Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white, no blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white, no blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in

Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white, no blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white, no blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in

BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE, NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED; THE RADIO ONLY PLAYS IN
BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE, NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED; THE RADIO ONLY PLAYS IN

BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE, NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED; THE RADIO ONLY PLAYS IN
BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE AND BLACK AND WHITE, NO BLUE AND GREEN AND YELLOW AND RED; THESE AREN'T THE COLORS I SHOULD SEE.

FM COMES IN DIFFERENT COLORS, I BELIEVE
IN THE SEWING MACHINE, I'VE LOST MYSELF
MEMORIES INSIDE MY HEART ARE THERE TO GRIEVE
COLOR-CODED BY THE LOVE HE GAVE TO ME

AH, HIS VOICE, IT SPEAKS TO ME THROUGH THE RADIO
PRESSING SPOTTED FABRIC ON AN IRONING BOARD
LOSING BOBBINS UNDER TABLES, IS IT SO?
EVERY DAY, IT FEELS LIKE SEAMS ARE MORE THAN TORN

Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull

Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew I tried
Stitch sew you're alive

Hah hah
Hah hah
Hah hah
Hah hah

80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
Scissors separate the yellow from the white
Good morning, small-town listeners

Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed dogs are jamming up
The thread comes in tangles
I see such pretty things

FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn

Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots
Hand-sew everything with kind intention
Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you in desperation

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
Unmistakably, he'll return alive
His colors ought to show again

Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white

No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white

No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red

These aren't the colors i should see

FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn

Discography

This song was featured on the following albums:

Thanks to You Song

External Links

Google Docs - Lyrics, 2016 version

Unofficial

Vocaloid Wiki - Image and Lyrics Source
VocaDB
VocaDB - Revised version
VocaDB - 2016 version