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 7:00 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 7:00 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; the radio only plays in 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
There are more instruments than just a piano in here, and for most of these I make them sound to my personal liking leading to "Personal Arrangement" being in the title
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
7:00 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
7:00 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; the radio only plays in
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
Housewife radio always made me want to cry but omg I'm crying at this too because it gives the sad vibes 😭
I'm probably gonna end up using this thanks-
If you do please credit me for the Personal Arrangement and the Original credit GHOST
This is so good!
Tank you
I love this so much thank you 💕💕💕💕💕💕
Omg I love this!
super late but ah yes hello fellow soundtrap user
Plz ignore the timestamp under, I just need it so I can use it
2:08
heyyyyy if youre gonna use my art could you please credit me in the description??? ;;
im cuttlewltch on deviantart
Greatly, they have added you to the bottom of the description so you aren't uncredited anymore =)
Sorry for the late reply, I've added you in the credits, again I'm so sorry for the late reply and thank you for telling me
* me jamming to this song like i was with the origonal song wich chould be like having no boned *
Y E S P E R F E C T I O N
Is there a problem if i use your personal arrengements for some videos? (Obviously, eith credit on description)
Of course you can you can use them, as long as I'm credited for the personal arrangements, and the original music creators are credited for the song
@@red_reshuya Oh ok! Thank you very much
Girl how-
I literally have soundtrap and it's like dark magic like I dont even know how to make anything-
soundtrap can be a pain sometimes
your likes are at 69 and i am unable to like it but its good :)
what do you mean by [Personal Arrangement] its piano housewife radio why dont you put that in the title
There are more instruments than just a piano in here, and for most of these I make them sound to my personal liking leading to "Personal Arrangement" being in the title