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Image of "HOUSEWIFE RADIO"
Song title
  • "HOUSEWIFE RADIO"
Published May 11, 2014, with 24,300+ YouTube views
Featuring
Producers
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Image of "HOUSEWIFE RADIO"
Song title
  • "HOUSEWIFE RADIO"
Published August 24, 2015, with 287,000+ YouTube views and 36,000+ SoundCloud views
Featuring
Producers
  • GHOST (music, lyrics, illust)
Links

Image of "HOUSEWIFE RADIO"
Song title
  • "HOUSEWIFE RADIO"
Published July 19, 2016, with 1,014,000+ YouTube views, 146,100+ SoundCloud views, 2,364,000+ YouTube views (reupload), 64 Vlare views, and 73,700+ SoundCloud views (reupload)
Featuring
Producers
  • GHOST (music, lyrics, illust)
Links

BackgroundEdit

For some reason, people who are in complete denial that someone is dead makes me really sad...
—Author's comment
"HOUSEWIFE RADIO" is a song featuring GUMI English by GHOST. The producer came up with the idea of the song during a sewing class. In the song, Nancy (portrayed by GUMI in the original and revised versions) is a woman who, due to her chromesthesia, has convinced herself that her dead husband Henry is alive because her radio plays with the same colors as his voice once did. Eventually, realizing that she now saw all voices in black and white (Henry's colors), she confronts the reality of her husband's death. Unable to live with this, she commits suicide in her basement.

The revised version has exceeded well over 250,000 views on YouTube and as of September 2017, the COMMUNICATIONS version has over three times as many views.

It is the song that first started the COMMUNICATIONS Series and is the third and final song in case one of the series.

Main article: COMMUNICATIONS


The lyrics contain suicidal themes and should be viewed at your own risk.

Succeeding versionsEdit

Krypt Remix
Thumb-etc
Featuring
GUMI English
Producers
Krypt Creeper and GHOST
Categories Succeeding versions; Remix
FROM∆GE Remix
Thumb-etc
Featuring
GUMI English
Producers
FROM∆GE and GHOST
Categories Succeeding versions; Remix
did you think you needed all 3 housewife radios playing at the same time? why of course you did
Did you think you needed all 3 housewife radios playing at the same time why of course you did
Featuring
GUMI English
Producers
GHOST
Categories Succeeding version; mash-up
Description
A mash-up of all three versions they did of the song.

LyricsEdit

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

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

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

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
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

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 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
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

DerivativesEdit

Morry's cover ft. flower
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Translation COMMUNICATIONS Version
Featuring
Producers
Morry
Categories VOCALOID cover
Ferry's remix cover ft. flower
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[yt][sc]
Translation HOUSEWIFE REMIX
Featuring
flower
Producers
Ferry
Categories Remix
katerinu's cover
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[yt][sc]
Translation Revised Version
Featuring
katerinu
Categories Human cover
dio's cover
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[yt]
Translation Revised Version
Featuring
dio
Categories Human cover
Umber's cover
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[yt][sc]
Translation COMMUNICATIONS Version
Featuring
Categories Human cover
ALL STAR RADIO
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[yt]
Featuring
Producers
the midi shitposter
Categories mash-up
Description
A mash up of the song HOUSEWIFE RADIO and All Star by Smash Mouth.

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UnofficialEdit

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