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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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Of Montreal

Internecine Larks

 

Internecine Larks

(album: Rune Husk - 2017)


When we met in the kitchen it was like kissing a statue
Then I knew that I could be a lesser Pygmalion
Although the dream was sad it was nice to see you again
In the way before we were close enough to be enemies, my friend

Murdered like a prop
Murdered like a prop again

It is so circuitous and there is no literal terminal station
I know that he exists because I saw the Christmas gong that he gave you

Hung adult burnt white from youthful
Internecine larks
I pull the burrs from your fur coat
So happy I could die
You knowing that it's just a game takes all of the fun away
Oh, the gamelan blows
Did you go without saying goodbye?

Murdered like a prop
Murdered like a prop again

The tyranny of no ideas, wallflower in Venn diagram palsy
Grass-eyed miscarriage and the stench of May queens in February effluvia

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?