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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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Hands Like Houses

A Clown And His Pipe

 

A Clown And His Pipe

(album: Ground Dweller - 2012)


There's better ways for us to waste our days,
Than returning stares that we borrowed for too long.
For too long, swallowed up by an empty page.

What starvation feeds you, devourer
Of the words of a thousand authors and poets, alike?
Wells have emptied to whet your thirst,
So I'll shake out to the last, a drop of fluency
To carve ink into these precious words,
To dedicate a thought in desperation.

We could light a fire and forge a silver tongue.
Drawn beneath our blunt remarks,
Fashioned from all of our meaningless change.

What would it take, to pry these ragged teeth, to tear these jaws apart?
What would it prove, to wrench them from my heels, to shed them from my heart?

Swallowing swords, sharpened by turning cheeks between blows.
I feel this is better left a performers art.
It's a narrow throat that keeps a razor's edge from the heart.
I'd rather not speak in tongues.
But I'll take every breath I'll make every breath a piper, charming flames,
Singing and dancing, out from their smouldering bed.

Swallow the pen, devour the sword.
Inhale the proverbs whole.

Spinning on static, gouged before the peak.
In this chaos of frequencies it's so hard to speak.

This noise is nameless,
Stumbling like a beggar,
Desperate for some kind of change.

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?