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music, lyrics, illust : Ghost-P
vocal : Gumi
date : 19 juillet 2016
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
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► Umber's cover ◄
► MoonNue's cover ◄
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music, lyrics, illust : Ghost-P
music, mix : Creep-p
vocal : V Flower
date : 7 novembre 2016
lyrics :
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and and and and
And on the count of three, you need to get out
One, two, oh, you sure convinced me
I don’t want the infection spreading
Oh my god, you’re crying again
Say “ah”!
Say that again, you know it doesn’t matter
I’ve been choking for a while
Now tell me all about my selfish, fucked-up memories
Begging me to stay and watch as things get much, much more worse
Say “ah”!
I’m ‘bout to shut down
“Ah”
Under anesthesia
I can’t feel the pain anymore
I’m pulling teeth for what seems like an eternity
On the count of three, you need to get out
One, two, oh, you sure convinced me
I don’t want the infection spreading
Oh my god, you’re crying again
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Over and over, again again
Flashbulb memories like surgical lights
When all this is over, I swear, I swear
I’ll open my mouth and scream louder than before
Say “ah”!
I’m ‘bout to shut down under anesthesia
I can’t feel the pain anymore
I’m pulling teeth for what seems like an eternity
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and and and and and
And on the count of three, you need to get out
One, two, oh, you sure convinced me
I don’t want the infection spreading
Oh my god, you’re crying again
Pull ‘em out
Tear ‘em out
Pull ‘em out
Tear ‘em out
Your hands in my mouth
One, two, one, two
They never came out
Oh, your hands in my mouth
One, two, one, two
THEY NEVER CAME OUT
I realize, before my eyes
A situation irreversible
And my demise is unavoidable
There’s gotta be something more
Just tell me now, it’s over now
Be honest now, I don’t mind
Just tell me now, it’s over now
Be honest now, I don’t mind
Your hands in my mouth
One, two, one, two
They never came out
Your hands in my mouth
One, two, one, two
They never came out
And on the count of three, you need to get out
One, two, oh, you sure convinced me
I don’t want the infection spreading
Oh my god, you’re laughing again
And on the count of three, I need to get out
Two, three, oh, there’s nothing left here
I don’t want my infection spreading
Oh my god, I’m crying again
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
Pull ‘em out and
And and
Wash ‘em off, the memories
Tear ‘em out and
And and
Make up for forgotten years
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