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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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Tongues

 

Tongues

(album: The Mind's I - 1997)


Tongues, lost in me
Yours be the sharp and the vile
Glide 'neath my skin
Storm through my nerves

I bury the nomad years
Hours in the earth
Couldn't exorcise those searing, pecking tongues
Immune, you say
Yet venom strikes in strangest guises
As the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
Slayer of the word and stealer of vision

A monumental reign of terrors
Throats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,
Prey to the crows of stress

No power left to retrieve my stolen language
Filtered through the illiterate fingers of death

Flies
Let sickness be poured
From the cupped hands of bedlam

On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moon
Went with the tide and left for the sound
Of dead instruments thrown out of tune

The red-squared patterns,
Dragonrise and evenclaw
Decoying from pandemonic symmetry

Let ring
A dissonant note in the music of spheres
The streak of promise in the nuclear sky
These whipping black tongues
Aching to lick me back to life
To inject their truths within me

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