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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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Guided By Voices

Taco, Buffalo, Birddog And Jesus

 

Taco, Buffalo, Birddog And Jesus

(album: Suitcase: Failed Experiments And Trashed Aircraft - 2000)


Taco, Buffalo, Birddog and Jesus
Taking me out over the sea
I'll be kind enough to read in their guidebook
The hairiest thing we'd agree

They'd been driving a pickup from Plymouth
To make up for the holes in their jeans
As they whistled the spirits above them
The circus matures beneath

Irrepressible flockings of peoples
Winks at the others he knows
But the ones who are left here are nice people
Into the black smoking hole

Nobody opens his eyes
It's hard to look up in the sun
And so they shove them along

In the cross hairs of the apple
Something will carry us along
Makes a hell of a breakfast Sunday
And stays till the boat swings along

Nobody opens his eyes
It's hard to look up in the sun
And so they shove them along

Beyond the bars and earth of the mid-western factory towns
Evil minds click consistently
Some of us think it odd that a large percentage of bona-fide miracles were witnessed here today
But I've seen Taco take a big long drag off his self-whittled pipe
And sit back and laugh
As the imminent rednecks hugging and buying each other drinks
And then Jesus blows the clouds away with one puff
Crawls back into his cage and goes to sleep

Taco, Buffalo, Birddog and Jesus
Are chasing the eyeball to see
I'll be kind enough to read in their guidebook
The hairiest thing we'd agree

Nobody opens his eyes
It's hard to look up in the sun
And so they shove them along

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