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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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Dirty Air

 

Dirty Air

(album: (Untitled) E.P. - 2018)


Something in the vein of the cities on the plain
Containing decades knitted into single thought
Before your empty hearse contributed a verse
It drove in figure 8's of endless parking lots
Our songs stood idly by as they raised the ridge beam high
And once the recompense of senses had begun
Your maladjusted eyes shouted out "anaesthetized
Castration en masse, anyone?"

Ce n'est pas une chanson sur une peinture d'une pipe

(Don't you think it's time?)

Something in the vein, a blockage in the brain
And if it's all the same I'll graciously decline
That dread night you heard I heard you came with tender words
And all the proper paperwork to sign
Now when his ghost comes in to finally rest its phantom limbs
And I again begin to fill your flask with tea:
"You think you've spent your years in search of something real?
But you would've failed the same
Child, if you were me."

Ce n'est pas une chanson sur une peinture d'une pipe
Ce n'est pas une chanson sur une peinture d'une pédophile
Ce n'est pas une chanson sur une peinture d'une pipe

(Don't you think it's time to take your fangs out of my mind?)

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