Lyrics Stitch, Sew, Cut, Pull Stitch, Sew, Cut, & Pull Stitch, Sew, Cut, Pull Stitch, Sew, Cut, & Pull Stitch, Sew, Cut, Pull Stitch, Sew, Cut, & Pull Stitch, Sew, I tried Stitch, Sew, You're alive! Ha Ha! Ha Ha! Ha Ha! Ha Ha! Eighty degrees, hemmed by reveries, iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold Off-grain fabric tells a different tale, tailored frequencies need to be repaired Seven AM is when the station plays it sounds, listening to the speakers 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 thats tied in knots Hand-sew everything with kind intention Liquid soundwaves pour from my eyes My heart cries out to you in desperation Seven AM is when the station plays it sounds, listening to the speakers 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
The original is awesome, but (not to be mean) kinda hectic (for lack of better words). This simplifies it in a way that doesn't take away its natural beauty, instead it ADDS to it.
Music boxes are made to be simple. The original song has instrumentals that are meant to be very grating on the ears. It's like an eloquently crafted form of earrape, not to mention quite inventive with the noises used (I'm pretty sure I hear a lawn mower at some point). Of course, with the style of a music box, none of that would be added into its cover, thus taking away from the chaos of the original tune. I'm not going to add a singular ringing alarm clock to a music box, y'know? Although I very much love the grating sound of Housewife Radio's instrumentals.
_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
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
Tbh I'm obsessed with this song.
Happy birthday to me I guess --it was technically the 19th--
And don't you think I forgot about Henry.
Gosh, I love your channel and your content and your name and just-
AaaaAaaaA-
The whole premise. I'm sorry. Also, Ilima love, yo.
I was obsessed with this song. So I'm there with ya. It's just not my birthday yet
Well, guess who here it join the party?
am two years late for your birthday but i don't care so HAPPY BIRTHDAY :D
Happy bdayyyy
The laments of a woman who just wanted to have a good life. Driven mad by sadness and killed by love
this comment makes me feel something. i have absolutely no idea what it is.
@@Lu4455 Now that is true empathy right there... oy maybe sympathy... Either way that is one powerful feeling that you have..
And killed her love
this is the most beautiful thing ive read today
oh poor nancy, poor poor nancy 💔
Imagine this in a horror game and when it gets higher and more intense that's when you're like being chased or something
Or.. It's a game where the only option was to jump off a cliff, while something was chasing you.
@@toodles8242 YR SHE GE YES
this honestly could work as something along the lines of a dbd chase song :0c
thanks for using my art!
this came out really great ;;
Aw, thank you! And thank you for letting me use your art! It's very pretty ;u;
You did this wonderful art-piece? You are the definition of underrated
@@winstongchurtil haha thank you thats really nice of you! kinda dont like this drawing a lot not though my art is better now i promise lol
@@tabbytoyger Just being honest mate ✋uwu👌
Lyrics
Stitch, Sew, Cut, Pull
Stitch, Sew, Cut, & Pull
Stitch, Sew, Cut, Pull
Stitch, Sew, Cut, & Pull
Stitch, Sew, Cut, Pull
Stitch, Sew, Cut, & Pull
Stitch, Sew, I tried
Stitch, Sew, You're alive!
Ha Ha!
Ha Ha!
Ha Ha!
Ha Ha!
Eighty degrees, hemmed by reveries, iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale, tailored frequencies need to be repaired
Seven AM is when the station plays it sounds, listening to the speakers 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 thats tied in knots
Hand-sew everything with kind intention
Liquid soundwaves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you in desperation
Seven AM is when the station plays it sounds, listening to the speakers 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
why thank you for this
Thank yooou :3
Ty but ur hands probably died
I love this song so much I don’t need lyrics XD
The original is awesome, but (not to be mean) kinda hectic (for lack of better words). This simplifies it in a way that doesn't take away its natural beauty, instead it ADDS to it.
That’s ghost’s song style. Also I agree.
Music boxes are made to be simple. The original song has instrumentals that are meant to be very grating on the ears. It's like an eloquently crafted form of earrape, not to mention quite inventive with the noises used (I'm pretty sure I hear a lawn mower at some point).
Of course, with the style of a music box, none of that would be added into its cover, thus taking away from the chaos of the original tune. I'm not going to add a singular ringing alarm clock to a music box, y'know?
Although I very much love the grating sound of Housewife Radio's instrumentals.
Nancy gave up on killing henry and decided to become a musician
Good for her
I SPIT MY WATER ALL OVER MYSELF AS THIS WAS THE FIRST THING I SAW WHEN I CLICKED ON YOUR CHANNEL. AHHH THANK YOU FOR THIS. I LOVE THIS SONGGGGG
With this instrument it sounds much sadder than the original song):
for me is creepy but sad to
_I extremly love you!!?? Alot?????_
*_S o R r Y b U t I h A v E a B o Y f R i E n D_*
*_AAAA I DONT MEAN IT IN THAT WAY!!!_*
Yes
Gosh, it sounds so dreamy and surreal in music box.
HOLY SHIT THE BEGINNING BEFORE THE "WORDS" START IS GORGEOUS!!!!
I FUCKING LOVE IT
The black and white part •o•
2:10
_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
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
Nancy looks so sad
she is sad. dont you know the story line of the song?
no one:
me looking for every music box version of song , just to found a new ringtone:
Honestly, this with the lyrics in this, it would be as good as the original. 10/10 love it
GHOST is grate~
Yes, GHOST grates cheese
THIS MASTERPIECE WAS 7 YEARS AGO???
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!
give nancy a hug
Is it possible to the AOT theme song next???
I don't really know that song, but if you could find a MIDI file or sheet music from musescore.com, I could try.
YESSSSSSSS
Pause at 0:24
Thanks I hate it
LMFAO
Wow, this sounds really relaxing and very sweet, I'm very impressed 👏, great job :) 💜💛💚
*Stitch sew cut pull*
I dunno if you're taking requests or not but can you do Amygdala's Rag Doll?
Love this by the way-
OMG YESSS I WANT THAT
ua-cam.com/video/E2pOhnqSnQU/v-deo.html for amygdalas rag doll :D
still sad there is no full happy days music box
OMG THE MAGIC IS HERE
I WOULD LISTEN ALL NIGHT IF I HAD A MUSIC BOX LIKE THIS
This sounds like an undertale battle music
This sounds really calming, i like it so much.
*this rocks* o. O i never expected it to be this gooooood
Why am I three years late on this 😭🤚
yES Y E S THANK YOU IT SOUNDS AMAZING
thanks this will help me sleep.
I love this song so much, and this music box cover is even better!!!!!! O: New thing to listen to on repeat. Is there a download link for this?
mega.nz/#!RZJnhTID!siTHo38sAiWROOXfMQDBs_bTGPiQ59mBtG9nTycM3as
This should work :3
Thank you so much!
Np :3
I listen to this as I draw
This is so cool I love it so much
2:08 / 2:09
Long notes-
It so fu.... Amazing
ok im in love with this cover and the art is so nice too
Y E S
本当にこの曲好き
I love this so much! Can I use it for a cover?
With credit, including a link to the video, and showing me :)
Like
....This is good.
fuck i’m depressed now
Request: Marco bodt’s theme from AOt, thanks!! If you can’t it’s ok
eats this whole
the character in the song resembles Mrs Afton from Fnaf
no.
You're not wrong lol (also her name is Nancy Elsner I believe!)
@@CoffeeBrownie0613 yes
❤️❤️❤️❤️👍🏻😍
Question, what do you use to make these?
lmms
Only 6 dislikes
*I love democracy*
Question: Is she really death?
Where can i buy this music box
I'm either deaf or can't hear it
Can I use this in a video? I’ll credit you :p
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