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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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These Few Presidents

 

These Few Presidents

(album: Alopecia - 2008)


At your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas
You pray to nothing out loud
Two first names and an ampersand
Embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel
You're a beautiful and violent word
With a skinny neck of a chinese bird
In a fading ancient painting
And if you're in heaven waiting
You made it there fighting
The tightest kite string
In a bad storm with lightning

And now these few presidents
Frowning in my pocket
Can persuade no God
To let me let you talk, oh
These few presidents
Frowning in my pocket
Can persuade no God
To let me let you off

Even though I haven't seen you in years
Yours is a funeral I'd fly to from anywhere

I thought I had a pebble in my sock
I pulled it off and shook out a wasp
It stumbled out lost, and without a pause
Unstung as I was, still I stomped it
I thought, there is no paved street worthy
Of your perfect Scandanavian feet (wow, wow, wow, wow)
My crooked chinese fingers groped
The machinery of your throat

And now these few presidents
Frowning in my pocket
Can persuade no God
To let me let you talk, oh
These few presidents
Drowning in my pocket
Can persuade no God
To let me let you off

Even though I haven't seen you in years
Yours is a funeral I'd fly to from anywhere

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