this sped up when i first heard it i thought of a anthro cat character who was a house wife and had a husband during the 1800s, life was good with her husband until 1 day they were ridding a twin bike on the road and were hit by a car, her husband barely had any injuries but she had lost of them and was unconscious so she was rushed to the hospital, but an operation without altering her in some parts were costly so the people got her to the experimentation room without her husband knowing, after the operation she woke up unaware that shes now half radio, the colors she sees are now colors of what you'd see in an old photo, she tried to ask about it but she realized she now has a radio filter in her voice, the workers reassured her that its nothing to worry about now heres where the real story starts, so they drop her off infront of her husband's house and she walked into the house and went to him, expecting the everyday smile and love her husband had whenever he sees her but instead he stared in shock and disgust of what became of her.. this couldn't be her right? he thought as he pushed her away whenever she comes close and yells at her to get out of his house and never come back, she begged and pleaded to stay as his wife unaware of her alterfication as she was pushed out as her wedding ring was taken off.. now knowing that her relationship was over she cried and went to her old house and thought to herself "what has made him be like that to me!?.. what did the operators do to me.." she then walked to the bathroom to wash her face but then she saw the reason for his outburst, what the operators done to her.. she was shocked by her appearance seeing that shes no longer normal shes half radio now.. her eye colour were different, she had a videotape stuck to her chest and connected to her heart and she had radio antenna.. she dropped down to the floor with her hands on her head eyes widen in fear and realization, months later she sorta accepted her new appearance knowing she's alone she had to find a job! she put a hood on while walking around the neighbourhood until she found a job application to work as a maid in a big mansion for 309 dollars a month, she gone to the mansion and was greeted by the owners but they were surprised by her being half radio but they allow her in, gave her a tour around the place and gave her the maid outfit for her job she sighed as she changed into it and started doing her job but it was worth it she gets paid every month and she can come back to it whenever shes low on money, she was at her house while cleaning dishes, she starts to remember all the good times with her husband before the operation, she misses him every day and night and she felt like he has found a new love and happy, tho before the 90s came she had enough money to support her and get her to move out and after the 90s came she was nowhere to be found in the neighbourhood.. maybe she got to a new place or moved out of the country its left as a mystery for a long time.. [ima just leave it here until i actually start doing something with it cuz i feel like i could just make it into an animation cuz why not or maybe change it up a bit idk]

my favourite song frfr

wat?

Omg i love this mucik😊

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 Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh 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 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 Fed 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 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

YIPPIE NOSTALGIA🥹❤️

I can't listen to this song the same thanks to the funny cartoon bird :/

1:55

1:56 2:00

1:04 saving it for MEH ✨

😂😂😂😂 the subtitles 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

1:56 🤭

nancy my beloved <3

I saving it only for me😋 2:00

Ало, автор. Выпускай уже новые спид апы. Echo пж!

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WAY TO UNDERRATED

My biggest flex is that i can sing this without messing up, ANYWAY HERE'S LYRICS SO YOU CAN STRUGGLE LESS, HAVE FUN 🤭 0:05 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 0:19 Hah hah Hah hah Hah hah Hah hah 0:28 80 degrees, hemmed by reveries Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold Off-grain fabric tells a different tale Tailored frequencies need to be repaired 0:40 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 0:52 Thimbles coat my fingers Feed dogs are jamming up The thread comes in tangles I see such pretty things 1:03 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 1:15 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 1:38 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 1:49 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 2:01 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 2:24 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 2:42 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 2:48 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 2:59 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 IDK IF THESE ARE ACCURATE BUT WHATEVA

2:00 Yuhhh

this is so gooood omg

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMG

Omg I needed this tysm <3333333