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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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Even The Good Wood Gone

 

Even The Good Wood Gone

(album: Eskimo Snow - 2009)


And when I woke up, I woke up stiff and grey already
Posed in sleep by something, half my cells made stone
Wrists and ankles crossed at a vulnerable angle
And when I woke up, well I woke up alone

As the only former pharaoh present
In a shoddy school museum collection

Looted of gold, if there ever was some
And even the good wood gone
Remaining fingers curled around the memory of a rod
Left not even with my death mask on
Heart and other organs missing for so long
Features faded and dated in estimation
And even the good wood gone

Drunk off a leak in the ceiling
Some mantra stuck on my lips in vain

No flash photography
No flash photography
No flash photography

And when I'm really buried, I'll be buried in Cleveland
With a new pair of skis and someone's old set of keys to their car
And bottom floor apartment door and health club locker
Throw the scent of my true purpose from God and grave robbers

My true purpose which I will have taken the care to have kept hidden even from myself my whole life

No flash photography
No flash photography
No flash photography

Already grey and rehearsing my mantra
Left hand gripping hockey stick or cattle prod
My final futile act of double deception
Aloof and tinged with truth as the best lies are
As I've always shot pool south paw
And many of you who knew me saw

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?