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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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The Lawrence Arms

Another Boring Story

 

Another Boring Story

(album: Cocktails And Dreams - 2005)


Displacement, the basement, isolation cemented,
Relented, six stairs down.
Naked bulb, tired lungs, tired eyes, crooked thumbs
Not up but sideways for now.
The rise and fall and gentle drops,
Precipitation never stops.
I pulled the clouds inside me and now it's raining again.
Cried in my sleep last night for the first time.
Dying while I live, living where we die.
Futility abounds six feet deep within the coffee grounds.

These ashtrays are volcanoes now.
Apartments burn in red and brown.
Salt the earth and never grow.
Notice ashes look like snow.
Falling and just sitting there.
More trash than the county fair.
The smell of crowds, a burning nose,
A smell familiarly morose.
Half-assed attempt only to fail,
Half-assed reflection ghostly pale,
You're waving while I disappear
Ashes cementing my fear...

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?