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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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Jenny Hval

American Coffee

 

American Coffee

(album: Classic Objects - 2022)


My mother came to the city at 21
And had no choice but to drive to work
She said, "I cried in the car every day until I didn't"
And when she had me, the midwife
Looked her in the eye and said, "Poor baby, you're so scared"
I guess I was born anyway

What is a home but the place you'll be dying?
What's far away but places to lose yourself?
Myself, I had the choice
I left for Northbridge, Fitzroy, Astoria, anywhere but home
I moved in with a group of nurses in Collingwood
They looked me in the eye and said, "A concept is a brick
It can be used to build a courthouse of reason
Or it can be thrown through the window"

Who would I have been if I'd never gone there?
And who is she who faces her fears?
I panic behind the wheel, I have sworn to drive again this year
I was taught how but I never taught myself to believe
Or to run, or cook, or care, or even love
All the normal things, I went away
I don't know them, I went away

I wonder who I'd been if I never got to go
Get a fine arts degree and American coffee
With irrelevant quotes from French philosophy
And we'd meet in the climax of a clever sci-fi movie
But that would just be, but that would just be, be stupid

I give you that time at the cinematheque
I was watching La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc while having a UTI
I stared into Jeanne's face, suffering in black and white
I'm sure I saw her wink at me
Then I peed blood in the lobby bathroom
The blood colour seemed so insanely alive
Too alive, too alive to be just mine

And I felt I crossed paths with a version of me
A concept, you could say, but not she who stayed behind
She who quit everything, music and identity
Just left a little blood behind and a fever for me to share

There is no courthouse here and no window, no bricks are thrown
But underneath, underneath us, underneath, underneath us
The floor tiles wow and flutter
They wow and flutter
In this moment, in this moment she has quit

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