Housewife Radio

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 ha!
Hah ha!
Hah ha!
Hah 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 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!

F.M. 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
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!

F.M. 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!