Bryan LimusThis Sunday Morning
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Fresh Earwax 3
Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
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Melodically driven song with amazing traditional Indian flutist Akshay Kalawar and Japanese pianist Mari Okada.

Akshay Kalawar - Traditional Indian flutes
Mari Okada - Grand piano

Wrote the song the night before we headed into the studio for recording. Inspired by my love, Sallesterlez. The emotions that I was able to experience from her love is amazing and still continue to live in this song. We recorded the song on a beautiful Sunday morning. Nothing could ever replace that day, nothing could ever replace my love.
Just imagine a beautiful Sunday morning drive. x
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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
A stoker temptated by evesdripping aginst the driver who was a witness as well? Sacred avatar, how the devil did they guess it! Two dreamyums in one dromium? Yes and no error. And both as like as a duel of lentils? Peacisely. So he was pelted out of the coram populo, was he? Be the powers that be he was. The prince in principel should not expose his person? Mac- chevuole! Rooskayman kamerad? Sooner Gallwegian he would say. Not unintoxicated, fair witness? Drunk as a fishup. Askt to whether she minded whither he smuked? Not if he barkst into phlegms. Anent his ajaciulations to his Crosscann Lorne, cossa? It was corso in cursu on coarser again. The gracious miss was we not doubt sensible how yellowatty on the forx was altered? That she esually was, O'Dowd me not! As to his religion, if any? It was the see-you-Sunday sort. Exactly what he meant by a pederast prig? Bejacob's, just a gent who prayed his lent. And if middleclassed portavorous was a usual beast? Bynight as useful as a vomit to a shorn man. If he had rognarised dtheir gcourts marsheyls? Dthat nday in ndays he had. Lindendelly, coke or skilllies spell me gart without a gate? Harlyadrope. The grazing rights (Mrs Magistra Martinetta) expired with the expiry of the goat's sire, if they were not mistaken?


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