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Hallo! Ik ben Lirkit!

Ik heb veel manieren geprobeerd om Engelse woorden te onthouden en vond de meest effectieve voor mij!

We hebben alle woorden van de liedjes die we ons hele leven hebben gehoord al in ons geheugen. We hebben er simpelweg geen aandacht aan besteed, maar we horen ze allemaal al!

Ik merkte dat wanneer je een nieuw woord leert uit een liedje dat je al eerder hebt gehoord, je de vertaling van dit woord al voor altijd kent en je het nooit zult vergeten!

Deze methode wil ik met je delen. Het schema is dus als volgt.

We vinden liedjes die we al gehoord hebben.

We voegen alle onbekende woorden ervan toe.

We slagen voor minitests van geheugenspellen. klaar

Nu je veel woorden kent, zul je heel snel de hele taal leren kennen!

Ik wed dat je verrast zult zijn hoe effectief deze methode is!)

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Lemon Demon

The Machine

 

The Machine

(album: View-Monster - 2008)


All that he does is chip away
Each day he sticks to his routine:
Putting the pieces on
Building a big machine

He ran out of room inside his room
And so he moved it all outside
Now it's a bit too big
Now it's a mile wide

The family vans across the desert
Follow signs to park and stare
Nobody says hello
Nobody knows he's there

They just look at the blinking lights and greebles
Interlocking arms of steel
And they think:
Nothing could be so big
Nothing could be so real

They think:

One million springs
And spinning things. It's quite a view
We have no clue...
What does it do?
That's the beauty of it
It doesn't do anything

Doesn't do anything, doesn't do anything

He made his own night-vision goggles
Now he lurks inside the frame
Perfecting it from within
Forgetting his own name

All that he knows is that it needs him
All it knows is he needs it
Every piston
Every single little bit

The government people in black helicopters
Try to snoop around
I'm so sorry, but he needs the extra parts
He takes the choppers down

Now there are tanks on the horizon
Asking what are his demands?
Not one of them understands
Nobody understands

All the megaphones scream:

One million gears
Perhaps our fears are coming true
What does it do?
What does it do?
That's the beauty of it
It doesn't do anything

Doesn't do anything

Lost in solipsism
He then slowly pulls a lever
Which sets off a mechanism
Which does nothing whatsoever
But the nothing that it does
Negates the everything we know
Because it's screaming "Just because!"
Because it's neither friend or foe
And so we label it a menace
Or a grandiose work of art
From its finale to its genesis
We slowly pull it all apart

That's the beauty of it
It doesn't do anything, do anything

Doesn't do anything, doesn't do anything

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?