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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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Spare Ribs

 

Spare Ribs

(album: Spare Ribs - 2021)


Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime. Won't go to bed blues

Swishing past shoes, I got bedtime. Won't go to bed blues
The tragedy of life
Of ways that won't change, too late
Screaming kids and no landscape
Tesla, Elon Musk's orgies are better
No tester, taunting us in tweets with a face that looks like beef
One time for the Lord, my arse
Limping, carrying tubs of water drinking

Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice
Outside
Under a concrete Jesus Christ
Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice

What goes on there out of sight?
No lampshades, no lights
I picture my kids in life
These routes, Fruit Shoots
Soft start kits, beaten lumps of flesh outside the supermarkets
Banana milkshakes, toffee lattes
Give him what he wants, he's fucked
Ski jackets, sleeping bags get took
Where the bench was, break the wind at 4am
In the bus stop

Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice
Outside
Under a concrete Jesus Christ
Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice

Going on about Aphex Twin
Spanish Anarchists
You don't know anything
What happened to ya?
Lager and linen, bullshitter, because you actually hate women, don't ya?
Running for them words
Political song competition, I win!
You're faster, angrier, more political
Jargon fight, clever insight
Tick boxes tick. Tick all that shit

Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice
Outside
Under a concrete Jesus Christ
Outside
Spare ribs do bits of spice

You go down, you do nothing
You go up, you do something
You go down, you do nothing
You go up, you do something

Oh fuck off

done

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