• 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

    ► Music box version

     


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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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