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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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Gifts

 

Gifts

(album: Less Talk, More Rock - 1996)


Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands,
Staring at the window as the sunlight demands action.
All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds.
Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall,
Spent half the span of some lost culture's rise and fall,
But I'm as clueless as a drooling four-year-old.

Still hoping I might find the capacity (capacity)
To let you know I know you're lonely.

So here's the last call for regrets.
A final slow dance through
The days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made,
Tied too tight to undo.
An unwrapped gift from me to you.

All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main,
Reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain.
Nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today.
Like, "Hey, whatever happened to what's that guy's name?"
We get a little older and we look the same: askance.
Excuse my failing sense of humour.

Still hoping I might find the capacity (capacity)
To let you know that we're all lonely.

So here's the last call for regrets.
A final slow dance through
The days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made:
A razor blade and this broken piece of chain.
A history left to rust out in the rain.

done

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