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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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Marilyn Manson

The Telephone

 

The Telephone

(album: The Beaver Meat Cleaver Beat - 1990)


Another night of too much cough syrup
I am awakened by the incessant ringing of the telephone
I still have dreams caked in the corners of my eyes and
My mouth is dry and tastes shitty

Again—the ringing. Slowly, I bustle out of bed
The remnants of an erection still lingering in
My shorts like a bothersome guest

Again the ringing. Carefully I abscond to the bathroom
So as to not display my manhood to others
There I make the perfunctory morning faces
Which always seem to precede my daily contribution to
The once-blue toilet water that I always enjoy making green

Again the ringing. I shake twice like most others
As I am annoyed by the dribble that always seems to remain
Causing a small acreage of wetness on the front of my briefs
I slowly, languidly, lazily, crazily stumble into the den where
My father smokes his guitars—I mean cigars—In his easy chair
I know all about easy chairs. And then I sing a song for my friends:

"Jesus is my boyfriend
Jesus is my boyfriend
You can't have him
Because Jesus is my boyfriend"

Ringing, ringing. Dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch is ringing
I walk into the kitchen and I stare blankly at that shrieking plastic bastard
Since it keeps ringing I know it's her
And since it keeps ringing she knows it's me

We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a darker day
So let's start killing
There's a choice you're making
We're sparing our own lives
It's true we'll make a darker day
Just you and me

done

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