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  • "HOUSEWIFE RADIO"
Published May 11, 2014, with 24,300+ YouTube views
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Published August 24, 2015, with 287,000+ YouTube views and 36,000+ SoundCloud views
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Published July 19, 2016, with 1,014,000+ YouTube views and 146,100+ SoundCloud views
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Background

For some reason, people who are in complete denial that someone is dead makes me really sad...
—Author's comment

The author 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) sings about listening to the radio while sewing, attempting to deny that her husband, Henry, is dead. She then proceeds to go insane and kills herself in the process.

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

Succeeding versions

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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 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

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