ON THE SUNDAY OF LIFE...

It was the first true release of the tree of porcupine, although it is almost excusively carried out by Steven Wilson, playing of the guitars, low, the synthetizers, and the equal drums. Few people make an aspect of guest, but it is not enough for them have a full bite out of a sandwich with ham and Switzerland in a bearing of Kaiser. Of any old fashion, the tree of porcupine makes a delicious beginning of the rising music of the space, driving with far where pink Floyd ceased. It is the kind of music which they should have made, but they must have forgot.

Sunday of the life starts with the music for the head which with me of the marks I wonder why they did not make the music for the stomach or the music the foot. It is a strangeness which makes my ears hot to the noises. The Jupiter island disappears really fast creating the sensation to me as I am a runner speed with a great M on my helmet seeking Trixie. But Trixie is in a helicopter obtaining a quotation of automobile insurance. It has many ordered effects of guitar which are as that those Gilmour supported when they had secrecies in their saucers. Not that I occupy myself from abroad. I am not sure if this song has anything to make with the large red spot on Jupiter or the massive magnetosphere that this place done me with feeling.

The third surfer of eye makes me the wonder about the lizards as I think that one of them has three eyes and if you surfboard and have three eyes, it will make shaving and safety much more probably. The song of title has an impression of McDowell. I no step for some, but he is not like a greasy dish. Then we go to the ground of nostalgia with the song of nest which has some really interesting guitars of outer space and they shout for scrambled eggs and the tutors of the tortoises. The transmission of space must be something which they wanted to send to space, but if you do not direct it anywhere, it is difficult to imagine where your transmission will finish upwards. That seems like an odd thing to make, like speaking with a false dish about beefsteak.

I like the message of a turnip of art of the car-portrait-destructing. Is exactly this what I would expect that a turnip indicates though it indicates many words. I hear that my intestines indicate things, but usually it leaves like waxes. I do not think the turnip wax, but I read a poetry some share which wondered whether wax of ants and if wax of birds. This song or poetry if you like, wire in the radioactive toy shining. This one is spirit balking and exciting with its contagious bear. There is a strange section where there should be words, but I cannot hear them. With precision the analogy with a butterfly is what I would claim to make nice this.

Last nine cats are recreation, with the nice acoustic call. They would leave you with a good number of balls of hair and would probably make a disorder of your couches and other things in your house. Last nine dogs could be ordered, but the song would not have the same significance and you would divert your brain with an avenue of the sauces salad. There is then a light followed anthem of the prints of step. This does not give to me my whole of construction of dreams of chalk and banana and brakes of phantom. Linton Samuel Dawson is strange and I wonder whether Wilson did not have a too great number of beers of root or perhaps it ate things which it would not owe has while this seems a precursor with its concept to travel 34 later in which people eat the things which were not probably very of good taste, but made their brains burst.

I am not sure what to make swallows to dance above the sun. The music trails more towards the end of this album and seems to have made a point with the radioactive toy. I think that it would wound if I were above the sun, these swallows of the poor. Then us here the Crowley quotation of queen. I am not sure what means me and incites it to want to eat of my chocolate cereal faster than ever. There is then a very short thing about any chance with rabbits. I think who depends on what you will make with rabbits. I love rabbit of bugs. The scene of seduction of begonia encourages me to want to observe a film and to think of all the precursors of hammocks and things of slip. Then there are a long silence, which are not quiet whole, but completely of noises and bilberry bear and wheels of formation. The longest song finishes this with it will rain during million years. It is a nice end which overcomes a part of the trouble of the last ways. I would think if it rained million years, could have to us to live in boats, but I do not see how it could rain that a long time. I can only remember to rain during three days. Then I ate many bearings.

In a general way, it is a delicious experiment for my ears of listening and I appreciated it much. However, a part of the album seems to trail length and I have many questions on the subject of this which continues with really involving me with much abnormal confusion. Thus that in my spirit, I must continue to consider it excellent and not a chief of work, meaning it will fill my carriages with train that the boxes with four holds the first role. I would strongly recommend this for the interesting people what like him to have left confused time and horsemanship in my washing machine.