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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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Head For Supplies

 

Head For Supplies

(album: Little Fictions - 2017)


Across the city there's a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody's gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
No blues and twos
As if somebody's gonna sing
And in the moment hanging on to you
We're a bundle of clothes and shoes
Whatever we could find
You are the reason for this missing beat
On the streets that I love
And in me

Now I'm here at your side
We try to rhyme our stride
And head for supplies

Way down inside me was a pilot light
That good friends tended and fed with tiny kindnesses
And there was comfort in a stranger's bed from time to time
It has to be said it just reminded us
The brief ignition of a hopeful flame but there and then gone
It wasn't the same and then a rostrum struck
The way you read me like you wrote this book
And chapters along it's still in your eyes

Now I'm here at your side
As though
The street
That meets our feet might know
We try to rhyme our stride
And head for supplies

Across the city there's a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody's gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
No blues and twos
As if somebody's gonna sing
We glide
We spin
You end and I begin
I made this mess for you
To sift through for all time
You're glowing from within
Beneath an autumn sky
We find our rhyming stride
And head for supplies

done

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