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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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Pridelands

The Inkwell

 

The Inkwell

(album: Natives - 2015)


The deepest hue of blue ink is coursing through my arteries
Submerged deep in me, submerged deep in me
Sliding its way across the potholes in the driveway
The cracks on my lips and through my fingertips
Onto age-old paper held together with little more than a purpose
And in the space of a basement that time had long forgotten

If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
It's that the black bile drowning me will serve a great plan

Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
That you've strung into the index of my brain
So spill

If there's one thing I know in bitterness and in angst
If there's one thing I know, if there's one thing I know

An atlas has carved its history in my eyelids
And branded its name in my dreams
The searing red burns into my thoughts
And picks to death the things I never wanted to see

I never wanted

Failure, as it seems needs to be seen to believe
Pray this deep blue ink will spell it out for me

Fall from my mouth and tell the thousand different stories
That you've strung into the index of my brain
I watch them drip across and make the etches tangible
Hold my hand, keep me warm

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