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hello to the Tubed You it's 1am on a saturday morning and i'm gonna talk about communications hopefully for the last time because in the past i didn't do a very good job of keeping my previous talks about it in a Conveniently Accessible All Compiled In One Place, and because of that some people heard what i had to say and some missed :( i don't want people to miss out so i hope this is a good place to put this! if you don't know what communications was, i'll try to nutshell explain it real quick: it was a song series i started back in early 2016 and cancelled in mid-2017. it's comprised of rotary dial, black&white, housewife radio and broadcast illusion (in that order), and while colorbars is technically related, it wasn't an official part of the series (tl;dr i was gonna use colorbars, didn't like the song though, so i made a new song that basically tells the same story). while small summaries of what each song specifically covered were in the original descriptions, a majority of the story was kept pretty much contained to my now-deleted tumblr account and pretty much only the people who paid attention to that blog knew the most about the story. i talked a lot about what i planned on doing, a majority of which didn't get put into a song before i cancelled the project. personally, i don't want to re-tell the story (both the stuff that was in video descriptions, stuff that was only on tumblr, and stuff i never talked about publicly). i know doing so would clear up any misunderstandings/contradicting info and give context to what i'm talking about, but i'd still rather not. a LOT of other people and i have had a lot of valid criticisms against communications, and while i know there's some nuance concerning liking something you acknowledge objectively bad/problematic, i personally don't wanna be the one to introduce more people to the series since i currently have....... over twice as many subscribers as i had when i cancelled it, i think? i can't remember how many i had back then but it was definitely under 100k. that's just my personal preference and i hope you can understand! so here's where i fucked up: my plans for communications started out as a three-song, really shallow story. i didn't have much of anything in mind for it other than a "this happens and then this happens" sorta story, but as more people showed deeper interest in the story and asked questions about it, i started fleshing things out more. it quickly turned into what i planned to be a 12-song series, broken into four separate stories called cases. now, what i did was make the mistake of not thinking at all before i did any of this. i improvised answers to questions without really thinking about how it connected to the story, i didn't give an ounce of thought into how each aspect of the story would reflect on each other, i didn't try to predict what sorts of meanings people could draw from the series (i know that anyone can come up with any interpretation of my stories they want and that's kinda out of my control, but to an extent i do want to make sure my stories couldn't easily be interpreted as something harmful or offensive), just like....... i mean it literally when i say communications was entirely improvised. and improvisation isn't inherently bad, don't get me wrong! but you really need to know what you're doing when you improvise, and unfortunately "knowing what i was doing" and "18 year-old me" were on COMPLETELY opposite ends of the globe we ended up with a story and characters that hardly made any sense, some characters' developments were flatter than some people think the earth is, and in more aspects than one were insensitive as hell towards even my own experiences. for context, i base a majority of my songs/stories/characters off my own personal experiences. they're not all self-insert levels of similarities, but if you really think about it you'll notice like 80% of my ocs have abandonment issues and are too emotional for their own good. for just one example out of many others. nancy was a character with abandonment issues, henry was a character who had been abused by his mother frances since childhood, and kennith was a character who faced abuse from his peers and emotional neglect from his parents. except 18 y/o me thought there wasn't gonna be any issues with having nancy kill someone because of her issues, having henry come out relatively un-traumatized, and not talk publicly nearly enough about how kennith's experiences impacted him in adulthood. while it's true that mentally ill people and abuse survivors can do bad things or be bad people, there's a difference between realistic portrayals and over-represented stigmas. mentally ill people aren't violent, and in reality are much more likely to face violence than commit it themselves, yet the "scary, dangerous mentally ill person" seems to be the majority of the representation we get. emotional abuse is often taken way less seriously than it should be due to there not being any physically visible scars. and lastly, if i say a character is something (especially something under-represented), i should actually show it! i've heard the argument "but fiction doesn't affect reality that much" over and over again, and i personally disagree? there's plenty of examples of fiction affecting reality - take for example what jaws did to sharks, or a bit closer to this topic, how movies like "psycho" and "split" affected the public's perception of people with dissociative identity disorder. even outside of fiction impacting society, it's just my own personal preference to avoid stigmatic portrayals of mental illness in my songs and stories and i hope that can be respected regardless of your opinion on this particular criticism. even though the characters in communications stemmed from my own experiences with mental illness, abuse, and neglect, that doesn't mean i could just do whatever the hell i wanted without giving it much thought. i'm still responsible for how i portray my experiences! i genuinely am sorry to anyone who was hurt by how these characters were handled, you guys deserved a lot better. since working on communications i've learned a lot about myself that's changed the way i view my experiences, and for the past couple years i've been heavily focusing on doing everything i can think of to avoid repeating communications. i had planned a remake of communications to improve all its flaws, but in the end i felt a total loss of enjoyment towards the series because i just wanna move on and do better (which is why i finally cancelled the series). as much as i wish i could turn communications into something that isn't so.......... Yikes, i don't see myself working on the story again and actually being happy while doing so. that's really the best way i can explain why i won't be revisiting the story. i hope i can show i've learned from the whole experience through my future story projects. this also brings up a side-topic specifically regarding communications' cancellation - i want to say that that decision was in no way anyone's fault but my own. at the time i had expressed feeling pressured when fans would ask "when is the next part coming out?" and "why haven't you uploaded a new part yet?". i can't remember exactly what i said, but i said something along the lines of implying that i might cancel the series if people continued pressuring me to finish it faster. though this wasn't meant as a threat and more of a "i don't perform well under pressure" statement, i totally understand why people would assume it was meant as a threat and why that would be really hurtful (especially considering people were asking those questions out of curiosity, not with the intent to pressure me to work faster). i'm really sorry for having said that, that wasn't ok and i should've handled expressing my concerns with more empathy. i wanna make sure it's clear that the final decision to cancel communications wasn't the public's fault at all - just my own loss of interest in the project. i think.............. that's about it. i'll come back and edit this post if i think of anything else to add. thank you for reading!! obligatory reminder to drink water and take ur meds if u have meds u need to take
don't worry GHOST!!!!!!it's not your fault, basically, thank you for sharing this, it's something really important and we are ok with anything you decide!! our goal is 2 see u happy c: thx and g'night
Aw, its okay! As a new fan- new being early 2019, lol- I didn't really know about communications, but I really respect your care and respect towards those with issues, and are willing to look at your own work for what it is. I still adore the songs, even if they came from this part of you, and I really respect your self-awareness! Keep doing what you do best and having fun!
Yeah and her name is nacy (50s housewife) I like how we see her loose her sanity after either the death of her husband or her murdering him due to lost of sanity to the point she completely lost her mentality and thats what I interpret this song to be about but I guess it goes both ways depending on people's interpretations of the song but it isn't hinted how the husband dies so I guess it leans more towards nacy murdering her own husband due to lost of sanity and she has such an amazing design i love the 50s and the song in general is so good despite it having a really morbid meaning edit: Almost every song gumi sings is about suicide,lens songs are interesting,miku disturbing and wholesome,Oliver just plain disturbing
@@whatsinswillhecomitshe murdered him. You can see her arms around his neck holding a knife for a second in Black and White, and then there's Nancy with blood on the floor and Henry's neck is cut and bleeding. How do you know it's Nancy? She says his voice is black and white. Plus, the radio sounds at the beginning of Housewife Radio play during the part with her after stabbing Henry for a bit I seriously didn't know this at first idk how I'm that stoopid lmao Plus, I don't have headphones so I haven't heard it myself, but apparently, you can hear Henry's voice playing for a bit during the first time Nancy sings the lines "FM comes in different colours, I believe, in the sewing machine I've lost myself"
Black&White and Housewife Radio in a nutshell: Nancy: Don't tell your mother Henry: Kiss one another Nancy: *DIE FOR EACH OTHER-* EDIT: God I can't believe I've been running around misquoting that vine for YEARS
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! 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
The type of synesthesia Nancy has is called *chromesthesia.* Chromesthesia is color to sound synesthesia. Please note that there are around 80 different types of synesthesia. I've done my research, since I have color grapheme, OLP, and shape chromesthesia. It's genetic, I got it from my mom.
I read this comment, and looked up different types of synesthesia and I just found out I have Grapheme-color synesthesia. When I see letters/numbers, I picture a specific color without thinking about it. Like, 2 is blue, 3 is orange, 4 is purple, so on and so fourth. So thanks for the info! This is really fascinating.
It's true. A few years ago I had depressive thoughts (to make it vague) and either writing or listening to songs like this helped me, and the thoughts would go away. Edit: Thank you too those who understood and left a like. ^^ It's appreciated
Okay, so I showed this song to my mom and she has a theory. She thinks that the man Nancy is talking about, her husband, as we've theorized, is actually not real and just a hallucination. She's stress sewing clothes for "him", and they're pilling up all over the place. The voice she hears on the radio is probably just some random radio host, who's voice Nancy thinks is that of her fake husband. And at the end when she commits suicide, my mum thinks it might be because she finally came to terms with the fact that she's not married, or that's she's so upset that her "husband" isn't there. She might have imagined a whole fake life in her head, and then lost her mind when it came unraveled.
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i have no idea if anyone’s still in this comment section but as a synesthesiac, this song starts off as mostly red with occasional hints of purple, but eventually turns yellow after the “black and white” part. of course not all synesthesiacs have the same color associations these r just mine
the song is mostly pink for me until the modulation at the end (the part after the black and white and black and white), which also turns yellow for me lol
Kinda sad when you find out what happened to many housewifes that didn't smile much or didn't take "proper care" of their husbands. They where send to electroshock-therapy and more.
OKAY SO HERE’S MY HEADCANON (I swear it’s a little original) I think that instead of the colors being her husband talking to her, the colors represent the good things coming from the radio, i.e. the good news. As it goes black and white, there’s no more colors. Instead of any good news or hopes of the war ending, it’s naming the people that died in the war over the radio. Before the beat drops, the last “black and white” is her husband’s name she hears, hence the terror on her face before falling to the floor. Then she commits die, etc.
This anime is recommended for: * Listen to all 15 songs and do some dance moves in the car. * Car-pool with friends * Go rock climbing * Watch a lot of cat videos.
Bruh, so late, but since I've trying to pay more attention to music I listen to... Here's the interpretation that I give putting the pieces together of "Black and White" and "Housewife Radio". (I don't really know if the lore has already been revealed, if not, read this if you want.) Black and white seems to be the prequel, Henry, the husband talking about how the beautiful voice of Nancy enchanted him. I feel like Henry would have been rude to her and change his attitude towards her, making Nancy just feel bad and get slowly drawn to madness of not knowing what happened and why is he being like that. And then, maybe, confessing that he isn't in love with her anymore (maybe because he cheated on her, and/or because she is not that young and pretty as before: "You're not the girl I used to know.") He plans to leave her alone, abandon her, but before he does that Nancy ends up stabbing him and obviously killing him. But she didn't want that. So there's this feeling of instant regret. So the intro that goes: "cut, stitch, sew and pull", may be Nancy sewing the wounds she caused, hoping to bring him back to life. Maybe hoping to achieve this by incoporing colorful fabric to his dead body like some sort of Frankstein monster... trying to revive him with tears and love. "He'll return alive, his colors ought to show again". Full of stress, full of awful memories goes the: "black and white, no, blue and green yellow and red" part. She is trying to defend herself, maybe by trying to convince her own mind that he wasn't that good, but then going back to the colors which what she associated him in the first place. And finally, she kills herself, just because she gave up on trying to revive him and also because of stress. But that's just my theory for this¿
@suupretzel thanks for explaining the lore! im not that familiar with Ghost oc's, so thanks a ton. And i basically thought the sewing part due to the first versions of the song in which lyrics are different and makes it seem like she's trying to sew him up edit: again, sorry i didnt see this earlier lmal
my interpretation of this song is that nancy is the housewife of a man who decides to serve in world war ii, hense she hears him (the war updates) over the radio. shes used to making several outfits for him, as "off grain fabric tells a different tale", assuming she buys lower quality fabric so she can mass produce outfits (her husband probably has a job where his clothes get torn/too dirty to clean out). due to seperation anxiety and probably conditioning, she stress sews outfits for her husband, hense the vast amount of sewing lyrics, as well as the "ive lost myself in the sewing machine". later in the war, she gets word of her husband dying, and she has trouble believing it. note the "unmistakeably he'll return alive, his colors ought to show again. black and white black and white [...] no blue green yellow red, the radio only plays it [repeats]" lyrics; it starts with denial, but the radio (representing the war as well as her husband) is repeating the deathly colors of black and white, and she denies it, making him colorful/lively. it ends in her realization that not only is her husband dead but the fact she was so attached, her house was possibly covered head to toe with stress sown suits and mens shirts. she was surrounded by her husband, which overwhelmed her over boiling point, leading to hanging herself. either that, or the sorrow of finally realizing that her husband was dead drove her to suicide. EDIT: since the comment section LOVES the fact the radio speaks in colors, id like to add thats probably the hope of her husband coming home alive interpreted into colorful colors. EDIT 2: hey guys! thank you so much for the positive feedback, im glad this theory makes sense to others. i should clarify that this is only a theory. ghost has said an official story behind this song, and i respect that explanation. this is only a theory and trying to take my own spin on the song.
@@mxambivert2499 yeah, i've already seen these! after posting this comment, i looked into lore a lot more and realized there was already an established lore. im not fighting with GHOST's stuff, I'm more or less providing my own interpretation of the song!
"Imagine relating to a vocaloid song!" 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- Yeah.. Imagine..
"You are a useless child" "It started with carelessness, that's how you were made" "Have you done your homework?" "Stop nagging me!" "You always find fault in everything i do" "Poverty flows from you as you curse me" And more!
Can we all just appreciate how good Gumi sounds? Usually when I listen to Gumi English, it sounds kinda weird, this, however, is the exception. Gumi sounds, in a way, too realistic. This is so good. Definitely one of my all time favorites from GHOST!
stephanie cannizzaro Crusher P and CircusP also tune Gumi extremely well. But Ghosts Gumi is extremely different with it's tuning that makes it eerily beautiful.
It’s so hard to make the engloids sound good. In this song though Gumi just sounds like a real person with a bit of an accent 90% of the time. It’s amazing.
I’m not sure if someone else has commented this but I see the colors as her uncontrollable emotions, the situation is “black and white”, in some way she’s been left, abandoned. Then she’s “blue”, depressed. “Green” for jealousy. “Yellow” for anxiety and fear. And finally “red” for anger. She says “no” before the other colors because she can’t accept the truth.
@@lrahmier I have literally made an entire story about abusive Errorink where Error fuses with Ink and doesn't let him unfuse. But The fusion lives kinda like its seperate entity and fools Ink into thinking that it's Error and all of The feelings he feels while being fused are actually his which in The end turns Ink into The abusive one who doesnt want to unfuse, just like Error in The beginning. There's a lot of more into it but I dont want to make you die of boredom haha
In the beginning when she says "stich sew, cut, and pull" It kinda sounds like shes saying is this so colorful? I thought that was kinda cool and added more spoopyness
Did the murder go like this or is it just me: Henry had gently gotten out of the bed, making sure not to wake his sleeping wife. He had pulled the suitcase he had packed from under the bed, and had tip toed out of the room. He had reached the door, when Nancy woke up, due to the lack of body heat next to her, she had walked into the kitchen, pulling a knife from the drawer, she then teleported to Henry. "Omae wa mou, Shindeiru" "Nani?!" Then she stabbed him. Dang it Nancy! Back at it again with the stabbing.
I think the song is about a 1950's housewife coping with her husband's death. I think her husband was in a war and the radio she mentions is the only way for him to communicate with her, like an army radio idk. his ghost could be speaking to her through the radio, listen to the beat in the "colors" part and the end, it lowkey sounds like a masculine voice. She seems like the stereotypical housewife, practicing sewing, ironing his clothes, etc. I think that's what the black and white part is supposed to represent, like a commerical/tv show of the 'perfect' wife in the 50's. idk that's my depiction. EDIT: I'm a idiot
I think you ARE right about a woman who's coping with her husband's death, but she was the murderer. Reason for this isIn the "black and white" video, you see her slit his throat right when the music cuts. I believe she probably was a housewife who built her life around her sucessfull husband, changing her personality. This eventually caused her husband to want to leave ("you're not the girl I used to know, it's killing me"). She probably killed him, feeling a freeing sense of relief to be unshackled from her forced day to day routine, but the realization that she knows no other life than this, as well as the weight of killing her husband drove her to suicide.
You're close. She's coping with her husband's death but the radio plays "colors". The same colors she heard in her husband's voice. It makes her believe he's alive. But one day the radio doesn't play the same colors as usual. It plays black and white. Which eats her to realize that her husband has been dead all along and she cannot handle the grief
I feel like when people are making these theories they aren’t even taking in the fact that there is so much about fabric, cutting, stitching, and colors. Other than the colors representing him speaking.
@@kiryee "unmistakably, he'll return alive" sounded like a pretty clear indicator. you only really hear someone say something like that when they're talking about a loved one at war. also...I don't know about other people, but I haven't the slightest clue what the actual story behind this is. I never knew there was one. I guess a lot of other people were the same?
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Basically yes but yes! (^-^) i also made a song with Megpoid Gumi. it's called 'limbo demon' maybe you would like to listen to it😊 ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-4juag5z_3jE.html
T.W self-harm mention, depression mention. Notice how Nancy goes from robotic housewife to an exhausted, worrisome self-harm committing woman with terrible depression and hints of separation anxiety in less than three minutes? Just thought I should slide that in.
@@feargarden7845 actually....she killed Henry herself. The story is basically Henry cut ties with his mother Nancy got super worried and clingy that he would leave her He no longer liked Nancy bc of the way she was acting, and tried to leave in the middle of the night And then Nancy stabbed the dude. This song is the aftermath of that, where she feels guilt, regret, and extreme depression.
STITCH, SEW, CUT PULL!!! I’ve been a fan ever since I found housewife radio tysm to my gacha phase for helping me find out about vocaloid and find my music taste
{Intro} 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! {Verse 1} 80 degrees, hemmed by reveries Iron out Saudade and 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 {Pre chorus} Thimbles coat my fingers Fed dogs are jamming up The thread comes in tangles I see such pretty things {Chorus} 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 {Verse 2} 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 {Pre chorus} Seven 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! {Chorus} 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
"Ah, he speaks to me through the radio." *_BUT ON WHICH STATION, MY GOOD SIR??? AM OR FM??? HM???_* Edit : How the hell did this comment blow up. It's not even that funny anymore- Edit 2 : Jesus christ y'all it's been a year 😭
companies on July 1, 12:00 am: 2:20 edit: just came to a realization of what the timestamp meant and i literally screamed "OH MY GLUB" (points if you get the ref! 😊) out loud. Seeing how Nancy has synthesia (i dont know how its spelled, bleh ._.), when she hears "black and white" and "no blue no green no yellow no red", it's representing how she hears static (which is represented by black and white scattered everywhere) instead of the colors that her synthesia (once again forgive me for the botched spelling) translates Henry's voice to. HOLY FUCCCKKKKK
In a way it seems like Nancy has synesthesia. I know she doesn't but the theme matches. Like she sees Henerys voice as blue, green, yellow, and red, but everything else as black and white.
Ikr wow (^-^) i also made a song with Megpoid Gumi. it's called 'limbo demon' maybe you would like to listen to it😊 ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-4juag5z_3jE.html
I love how some people are saying this song saved them from suicide and all this song has done for me is get stuck in my head and give me the immense urge to sew
I know there’s already a meaning to this whole song, but I just have to say this out loud: Since Housewives were most popular during the bombings and such in the 1940s-1980s (Yes I know they’re still happening, but just listen), Nancy’s (the character in this song) husband, Henry, went out to war to fight for his country. He dies during the War, and ever comes home. But before he passed, during the battle, Henry and Nancy some how figured out a way to connect the radio to his Walkie-Talkie that he would use during the War to talk to her at night when he wasn’t fighting. Since his voice brought colorful things to her ears, she imagines them as the “colors” he spoke to her. But since he died, she still does her job around the house, making sure it looks nice when he returns. But she doesn’t want to believe the truth that he’s dead. When she finally tries to contact him one more time through the radio, there are no colors. Just black and white. These are the same colors of static going in and out of the radio wave, causing her to not connect to her husband, because he passed away. Not being able to live with the sadness and pain of her dead husband, she commits suicide in her basement.
ive never seen the video and always imagined it as a mechanical spider like creature trying to stich together a family but constantly failing at life, always hearing the radio reminding her of her life before she was turned into the monster. doesnt make sense but thought is was cool
A comment with the lyrics for those who like it in a big block. 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 Eighty 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 speakers 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 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
Thank you for making this I'm unable to read the lyrics on screen because I can't read anything with even the slightest cursive letter I appreciate this
When I heard this song for the first time, I had a story for it. My story: A housewife without a child normally does her 'sewing stuff' everyday a 1960/50 housewife would do. Her husband works for the army. And she would always hear the radio for the daily news. One day while she was sewing, the news said the war or idk had been ended and mentioned her husband to the soldiers who died. She got depressed AF and ky herself the end. (Lmao thanks wiki)
(TW:mentions of h@ng!^g) I feel like this song embodies how society thinks of women. With the stereotypes of knitting and other things. They never got to express themselves,and that is why near the end she hangs herself. It could also be an form of puppetry, like the man is altering her life to his demands through the radio and to his own satisfaction,without the approval of the woman he lives with. Also,the colors mentioned (black,white,blue,green,yellow,red) could symbolize how bland every day is, starting and ending the same as the day before it.
Lyics: 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! 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 speakers 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 7AM is when the station plays it's 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.
