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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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Nicole Dollanganger

Valley Of The Dead

 

Valley Of The Dead

(album: Curdled Milk - 2012)


The ghosts of the palliative care ward have been following me
Whispering through the clear plastic lining over their dead bodies
Their diapers and their feces still on the hospital sheets
They're dead but they're still up walking around
And they say to me
"Death is pretty sweet"

We're in the Valley of the Dead
Cremated bodies in the air
And the rotten ones underneath
Where we harvest the food we eat
I'm not scared of death because death's all over me

I've been spending my time hanging out in hospital wards
Bringing flowers and love letters to my quadriplegic baby
The ache of his colostomy bag and his blood transfusions
His medication makes him so sleepy
But he still whispers to me
"Death is pretty sweet"

We're in the Valley of the Dead
Bodies turn to liquid in the heat
The particles crawl into our pores
And they soak into our wooden floors
I'm not scared of death because death's all over me
I'm not scared of death because death's all over me

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