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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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David Keenan

Sacred Cough Bottle

 

Sacred Cough Bottle

(album: Isolation Tapes, Vol. 2 - 2020)


In the bowels of old Georgian houses
Bodies are wrapped in routine
Peeling the weekly allowance
While Billie Holiday whispers in the corner
Using one another as canvases
Happily absorbing every single brush stroke
Subterranean skin pressed on subterranean skin
While Billie Holiday whispers in the corner

What could beat it for a life?
Seldom-seen creatures of comfort
Are leaning toward the light
And the heirs are returning from their fruitless flight
Dublin mumbles in the morning
Yeah, well, she buckles in the night

Out there in the middle distance
Some old woman is claiming
To be the last living suffragette
Speaking in a nebulized voice
While she picks and she plucks a busted violin

Oh, by a stained glass window
Wearing nothing nothing nothing
But trousers of bottle-green tweed
A young mesmeric who's just lost his marbles
In a haze of hashish and chamomile tea

Into his gob, a cigarette is lobbed
Forsake sickness for ill health
Stick a few pound in an Irish Independent
Send it to me by post, my friend

What could beat it for a life?
Seldom-seen creatures of comfort
Are leaning toward the light
Dublin mumbles in the morning
Yeah, well, she buckles in the night

I hear the meaning of life has been written down
On the back of a holy picture
In a boxing club in town
Some say the men of the ocean
As they lie and they lie and they lie
And they lie amongst the waves

I will act as mediator
For this score and tree
While they compose their manifesto
Read my kitchen table over cups of tar-like tea

What could beat it for a life?
Seldom-seen creatures of comfort
Are moving toward the light
And the heirs are returning from their fruitless flight
Dublin mumbles in the morning
Yeah, well, she buckles in the night

Dublin mumbles in the morning
Yeah, well, she buckles in the night

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