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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

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Okkervil River

Song About A Star

 

Song About A Star

(album: Down The River Of Golden Dreams - 2003)


He cut your strings so that he could float lit by lights, lifted by alcohol
over acres of loving coast, far away from your lonely ghost.
Now he's cool and all, floating anchorless. Ports of call:
where it's fabulous, after all of this watching himself just crawl.

Think you see him? He's not there, that's just light that's not yet dead.
Wait two hours and watch what'll be there instead.

Was he small and cold, like a ring you call up from home,
held so tightly his limbs went numb, worn away between your finger and thumb?
Well, now he's bought and sold. Cry his call number down the phone,
he can't hear you he's on his float, waving down to the folks at home.

Think you see him? He's not there, that's just light that's not yet dead.
Wait two hours and watch what'll be there instead.

As the cameras love all of his faces,
they hide all the traces of you in his heart.
Stand in line to hold forth on his grace,
but you won't even get a head-start,
get a head-start.

As his close-up comes cascading down from above,
the eyes of a nation in love are looking on all of their hopes held up.
And the words that some screenwriter counted and chose,
and then set in their sequence and froze,
unfreeze on his tongue as he speaks for all of us

but one. And honey, he's gone.
And baby, he's everyone's. In the dark sky tonight,
cast your eyes on the dim light
that he will become. You're like everyone

who thinks they see him.
He's not there, that's just light that's not yet dead.
Wait two hours
and watch what'll be there instead.

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?