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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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Attaboy

 

Attaboy

(album: I Don't Think It Is - 2016)


Attaboy
Attaboy
Sometimes I have problems relating to Batman
A billionaire in a bondage suit stomping the destitute with Freudian jackboots
Then I realize he's an anarchist radical in disguise
He probably listens to In My Eyes
Of course it feels better when you realize a punk can fly
He can fly

Why do you do just what they told you?
Have them both at once, have them both at once
Why don't you feel bad?
Why don't you feel had?
You split the baby just to please the crutch of desperate mothers out for blood
Attaboy
Attaboy

Sometimes I gut and skin those who cannot reconcile my stance
Muddled spiritual phrase
Pseudo-political rage
Beer gut on a sober man
Then I press my calloused flesh to someone who's out of my league
And knowingly laugh knowing life is transcending heat-death and its aftermath
Attaboy
Attaboy

Why do you do just what they told you?
Have them both at once, have them both at once
Why don't you feel bad?
Why don't you feel had?
You split the baby just to please the crutch of desperate mothers out for blood
Why do you do just what they told you?

I think it's a crying shame that you're not at this show
Because I'm trying to tap into something you reluctantly know
Don't jam it in private so all your co-workers won't know
Nobody's watching over you
You can nod your head precious
We can drown out the daytime soap you live
And the ghosts you've been mourning
I know we keep plugging away at the same octave chords
We only know octave chords
A career built on octave chords
Butchered to jilted time
But it's the frightfully mundane that keeps us alive
So keep on keeping on

Keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on

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