【Gumi English】 HOUSEWIFE RADIO 2014 【GHOST Reupload】

HOUSEWIFE RADIO[Original Vocaloid song] - HIGH QUALITY AUDIO ———————————————————————————- Originally uploaded on May 11th, 2014 Originally Deleted on September 20th, 2014 Original upload:    • Video   2016 Reupload:    • Video   2018 Reupload:    • Video   Original SoundCloud Upload:   / housewife-radio-gumi-english   Official SoundCloud Reupload:   / housewife-radio-gumi-english   WAYBACK CAPTURE: https://web.archive.org/web/201406180... Archive Wikipage: [COMING SOON] ———————————————————————————- Original Description: for some reason, people who are in complete denial that someone is dead makes me really sad... i got the idea for this one during sewing class and we had the radio on while working. my machine kept having issues, i befriended a seam ripper and the smell of steam-ironing has been stuck in my nose for a week or so. ———————————————————————————- 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 Stitch sew cut pull Stitch sew cut and pull Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! 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 ———————————————————————————-