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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Mount Eerie

When I Walk Out Of The Museum

 

When I Walk Out Of The Museum

(album: Lost Wisdom, Pt. 2 - 2019)


When I walk out of the museum
The wall of sudden light makes me crinkle up my nose
And standing, coat half on, between marble columns
I sneeze into the wind

When I walk out of the museum
I have centuries of dust behind my eyes
I hunch a little bit
From the culminated weight of all these other peoples' ideas
I see a tipped over garbage can blowing in the street

When I walk out of the museum
I think about a snorkeler surfacing tangled in kelp
That is me: writhing, wild attention, glancing around
The huge museum doors behind me slam
And I flinch

In all of these brief flashes of momentary clarity
The emptiness that cuts through is like
A bowl beneath the sky
Empty, not yet pregnant
Fertile, without form
It terrifies me, the raw possibility
And I want to go back inside
But when I walk out of the museum
Everything I see seems rippling and alive
On a freezing January day
Everything:
The museum
And the garbage
And the internet
And the constellations
All collapse into a heap
And light floods out
From this compost pile

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