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סיקור שיר|HOUSEWIFE RADIO
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פורסם ב: May 22 2017, 16:24 PM
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 A Cat With A Hat In A Hat  |
 שם השיר: HOUSEWIFE RADIO מבצעת השיר: מגפויד גומי|Megpoid Gumi שנת יציאה: 2014 ז'אנר: טכנו כותב השיר: GHOST אורך השיר: 4:07 דקות רקע השיר רעיון השיר נכתב לאחר שיעור תפירה שGHOST השתתפ/ה (נראה לי השתתפה, אני לא בטוחה במין) בו. הסיפור מספר על עקרת בית בשם ננסי, שבעלה, שהוא עיוור צבעים, מת. היא שומעת מהרדיו את הקול של בעלה שמתאר כל מיני צבעים ובטוחה שהרוח שלו עוד חייה אז היא מתחילה לתפור בובה שתחיל את הנשמה שלו. לאט לאט הצבעים שהוא מתאר מתחילים להתעוות, אז ננסי מבינה שהוא מאה אחוז מת ומתאבדת. מילים 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 am 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 sound waves pour from my eyes My heart pours out to you in desperation Seven am 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 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 am 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 Seven am 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 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 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 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 קליפ שימו לב חשוב מאוד! בקליפ יש צבעים מהבהבים, וגם הצבעים בקליפ והקטע שבו היא מתאבדת יכולים מאוד להפחיד! אני חיפשתי מלא זמן את השיר בלי הקליפ ולא מצאתי, אז אני מזהירה אתכם, הצפייה היא על אחריותכם בלבד! חוות דעת השיר הזה בהחלט ממש ממש יפה וממש ממש ממש ממכר. לדעתי הסיפור גם ממש יפה וזה אחד השירים הכי יפים ששמעתי בחיי. לדעתי גם ממש נחמד שהשיר הזה משאיר אחריו הרבה סימני שאלה על הסיפור שמאחוריו ועל ננסי. למדתי גם מאוד לאהוב את ננסי עם הזמן, היא ממש אחלה של אישה. ואני ממליצה לכולם כאן לשמוע את השיר D: תמונות נוספות שקשורות לשיר:   -------------------- "Magic isn't just a performance art, it's also a way of thinking. Many things in this world seem simple at first glance but play host to all sorts of secrets if you look deeper." my name is not Ian but ok he/him Danganronpa|League of Legends|OMORI|The Owl House|Project Sekai  --------- הארי פוטר - Hportal.co.il |
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פורסם ב: May 23 2017, 15:06 PM
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 Mischief Managed |
סיקור ארוך ומפורט, כל הכבוד. הייתי מוסיפה קצת לחוות הדעת וממרכזת את הטקסט כדי שיהיה אסתטי יותר. מתווסף ללינקייה
-------------------- עמית - 20 - מוזיקה - מנהלת פורום מוזיקה וא. עדכונים לשעבר - מבקרת לפעמים  I solemnly swear that I am up to no good --------- הארי פוטר - Hportal.co.il |
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פורסם ב: Jun 2 2017, 10:36 AM
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 We accept the love we think we deserve |
ממש אהבתי את הסיקור, את הרעיון, הכתיבה והמילים. אהבתי את הסיפור מאחורי השיר [טוב כי אני קצת קריפית]D:
איך שאני מסיימת את השיר שאני שומעת עכשיו אני אשמע אותו^^ הערה קטנה: כתבת מחיל במקום מכיל. אלא אם כן יש לזה משמעות מעבר~ -------------------- אלכס • רוק ומטאל • הנהלת הפורומים בדימוס • באפי • קפה וחתולים "I'm in shock! Look, I've got a blanket!"  כבר לא פעילה. --------- הארי פוטר - Hportal.co.il |
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פורסם ב: Jun 2 2017, 10:38 AM
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A Cat With A Hat In A Hat |
אוי אופס כתבתי מחילXD אין לזה משמעות מעבר וגם אני אוהבת קריפי D: *אחותי* -------------------- "Magic isn't just a performance art, it's also a way of thinking. Many things in this world seem simple at first glance but play host to all sorts of secrets if you look deeper." my name is not Ian but ok he/him Danganronpa|League of Legends|OMORI|The Owl House|Project Sekai --------- הארי פוטר - Hportal.co.il |
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