...but it makes no sense whatsoever:

 

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<DIV style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; LINE-HEIGHT: 18px; font-color: black">Richard Wright is my player of pink keyboard of Floyd. He has an interesting career with the playing keyboard and made its first aspect solo in 1978 on the wet dream. After eighteen years and the reference with pink Floyd between 1987 and 1994, Wright has an album solo of second which resounds much of time more different than the first. Environments of this mark I acute with the towels of the obviousness.Broken beginnings of China with breaking water. It has an odd and mysterious feeling making my nose of the imp precipitate in anticipation with the shivers of the joy. This could be my greater nightmare, filled of tables never vibrating! Comes after the night from thousand toys to fur. I can imagine to spend my holidays in a store of toy and to see all these animals and stuffed toys of cuddly toy and to ask me what I could do all the night after being surrounded by them. I am not sure the lyric one gives this thought to me, but my brain indicates that the title would be more interesting. The music has a modern feeling in it, at all resembling its precursor.To run around and hide my sauce papers and reagents. I do not know your hidden fear, but the mine forgets to go to classify to take a test and then realize I cannot drop the class because the period of fall finished last week. I do not believe that this song is on this subject, but it creates the sensation to me as it is on this subject and not on the subject about the EC what it is really. I want just to have a fuselage. The racing is a strange piece, not with the difference of the labels of can and juice distributors. The tendencies of tornado function in a foolish way with the Masters of puzzle and the dogs with the collars of bone and turtleneck.The following song is called Unfair Ground, and believes you I, the ground can become completely unjust when you start and fall. I had much of a sniffing knee and elbows of plunger. To forget to shift my speeds when I see the keyboards and the drums my inequalities and ventilators of ceiling show. The satellite is a nice and pleasant song, although giving me the mysterious dense gas pockets. I mouse when I listen to him by a straw.I love the woman of the habit. I am made on order, too. It is pleasant listens to and evokes harmonies of my ears and cries piercing with me with the telephones. The interlude comes then, but it is not as to be with films so that we should not really go in the bathroom. It gently persuades us to listen to the next stellar song.Far from port the wall is a marvellous piece of the musical prowess of Wright. I appreciated this song much and even like listening by driving my car to him. I managed not to run above all the pedestrians and I always carry my cards crumb. The drummers, precise althought, then make me the wish for more clothes hampers of something gently. It keeps my feet in place.The drowning is a short piece, nothing which excites remotely. Comes then reaching for the rail with some beautiful vocals by our Sinead preferred O' Connor. Its voice equips really well inside with Richard the ripe and ambient pieces of Wright. I rigid was impressed and done me please jump of my pyjamas and eat a pile of liquorice. After this are a few decent pieces in the blue room in at soft Venice and July. I think personally that July is too hot, but a blue room could make me the cooler of feeling.Along Shoreline that nice reverbed has the line of guitar as the trade mark of Gilmour. It points out pink Floyd more to me then all the other ways. I have visions of the wheels of formation and go to the front of the flapbags of fried apples blocking the toilets. That returns just me to it good feeling everywhere. I can naturally escape from vegetables from the tomorrow and plant my ventilators in pots. The opening finishes the album on another ripe note, finishing things as they started, jumping madly in bins and newspapers.In a general way, I like really broken China of Richard Wright. It has a nice mysterious feeling with it which infiltrates my lungs and spots of liver. There are pockets of galaxies covering my holidays of spring and large brains emitting the loose pieces of fire to me. I corn noise of can everywhere my house and always like avoiding brown stops and hassocks. A truly marvellous album, quite worthy of four holds the first role and an essential article for the pink ventilators of Floyd.