HOUSEWIFE RADIO

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==Background==
"HOUSEWIFE RADIO" is a song featuring GUMI English by GHOST. The producer came up with the idea of the song during a sewing class. In the song, Nancy (portrayed by GUMI in the original and revised versions) is a woman who, due to her chromesthesia, has convinced herself that her dead husband Henry is alive because her radio plays with the same colors as his voice once did. Eventually, realizing that she now saw all voices in black and white (Henry's colors), she confronts the reality of her husband's death. Unable to live with this, she commits suicide in her basement.
The revised version has exceeded well over 250,000 views on YouTube and as of September 2017, the COMMUNICATIONS version has over three times as many views.
It is the song that first started the COMMUNICATIONS Series and is the third and final song in case one of the series.
The communications version of the story reads as follows:
August 23, 1950
WINNETKA MARRIAGE ENDS IN TRAGEDY
Friday of last week, the bodies of Henry and Nancy Elsner were found dead in the basement of their home. Police were called to the residency after a concerned neighbor claimed they hadn’t seen the couple for “about a month or two”. The bodies were unidentifiable by sight at the scene, but were later confirmed to be the married couple.
Mrs. Elsner’s body was found hung from the ceiling, while Mr. Elsner’s body lay on the floor next to her. An autopsy reported Nancy’s cause of death to be asphyxiation and was ruled a suicide. Henry’s death was determined to be caused by gashes to the throat and face, resulting in exsanguination. It is estimated that the bodies have been dead for a little over a month and a half.
A supposed suicide note was found underneath Nancy’s body. The note reads as follows:
“Whoever may read this letter,
As you may already know, my name is Nancy Elsner. I have nothing left but my deepest regrets. I was certain my love was still alive. I heard the colors of his voice in the radio, I swear. It wasn’t until I came to realize that every voice happened to be black and white. Males, females, young and old, none of these voices came from my love, yet they all played in monochrome, just like his. Flickering... back and forth, back and forth, between blacks, whites, and an array of different colors – I soon realized that I had only fooled myself. Even today, after I’ve remembered every detail of that night, I find it impossible to believe that I could’ve been capable of such monstrosities. Death is the only punishment suitable for me, I believe. I owe him so much. My greatest apologies – even giving my own life – will never be enough to grant me forgiveness, but it’s the least I can do.”
This mysterious letter has left investigators puzzled, as it implies the wife, who appeared to be delusional, ended their marriage in a murder-suicide. Strangely enough, however, neighbors from the surrounding area claimed the Elsners were a perfect couple. Happily in love, never a sign of arguments or tension. The only evidence pointing to why Nancy may have murdered Henry leads us to Mr. Elsner’s profession as a journalist. On the first of June, Henry resigned from his job at the Chicago Tribune suddenly and without reason. A coworker reported, “[Henry] sure seemed to be in a hurry about the whole thing, one could’a guessed he was being held at gunpoint! He looked absolutely terrified!”
In attempts to gather more information on the events leading up to Henry’s death, investigators tried to contact Frances Elsner, mother of Henry, and only known relative of the Elsners. She never answered nor replied to their phone calls.
Investigators are still working to get to the bottom of this case.
Case One: End
==Succeeding versions==
==Lyrics==
<tabber>Original 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 cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
80 degrees, filled with vaporized
Iron pressing as 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
FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Stations and a needle help me fix himself
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
Making eyelids under the starlight
Hand-sew everything with purely kindness
Liquid soundwaves pour from my eyes
My heart pours 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
Out of misery, 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 and
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 and
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 and
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 and
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 and
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 and
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 and
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 and
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
Stations and a needle help me fix himself
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
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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 cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
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
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
FM comes in different , I believe
In the sewing machine, 
 inside my heart are there to grieve
 
 it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing on an ironing board
 bobbins under tables, is it so?
, 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 ought to show again
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and
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 and
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 and
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 and
blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in
FM comes in different , I believe
In the sewing machine, 
 inside my heart are there to grieve
 
 it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing on an ironing board
 bobbins under tables, is it so?
, it feels like seams are more than torn
|-|COMMUNICATIONS version =
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
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==Derivatives==
==Other media appearances==
===Discography===
This song is featured in the following albums:
* Thanks to You Song That I Don't Understand How People Like It I'm Forced to Listen to This S​*​*​t Everyday Cause My F​*​*​*​ing Sister Plays This Every Time Without Getting Bored of Listening to It Thanks Ghost for This Piece of S​*​*​t You Introduced Into My Life
==External links==
===Official===
===Unofficial===
Category:Original songs
Category:English songs
Category:Songs featuring GUMI
Category:COMMUNICATIONS series