A hybrid track (whom the title of which is inspired by my personal connection to the legendary British TV Series Only Fools and Horses) which is kind of laidback but also doesn't pull no punches, this track is about Time, the time we have but also don't have. It's comforting and powerful but also terrifying in it's own right. I hope this track conveys what it did when I made it.

Time On Our Hands

This track is about the insatiable urge to forever satisfy my cravings, my appetite, my lust for romance and my need for spiritual and psychological expansion. It's almost an unquenchable thirst that I believe as a collective species we all strive towards, obviously, lol. But in this regard it's also an everlasting hunger to the fact that we're survival based creatures of which our souls and being takes over our basic needs in the thirst for comfort, knowledge and pain tolerance, etc. The mind and the body are hard to maintain but it is a necessity of life and as such we are always trying to feed this expanding hunger as we decline into an abyss of our own appetites and dwellings. Does the everlasting hunger ever become quenched with temporary satisfaction enough to rectify the larger existential issues or do we spiral into a self destructive mania until we can no longer stand, both literally and mentally?

The Everlasting Hunger

My Dreams: The very crux of meaning in my life; I use the word dream in both the figurative and literal connotative sense. I had initially gazed into what I believed to be a meaningless void of unfulfillment and nihilistic absurdity; however, this latter characteristic should soon take over the prudent syntax of my neurological foundation... An immeasurably distinct essence became a boundless serenity of faithful equity and poirot-esque indubitability of omnipresent pneuma: A logosian prodigy of ousiacentric anima. My Dreams were an ancient testament to an Oneirological nebulous; a source composite jamais vu of anamnesis and measureless circumspective consternation and incredulity... I implore my stoogeric prana to an ebullient, buoyant and lofty rejuvenescence of the Eclesiastesian: "Diabolus ex Machina" of cultural dis-embarkment; To reanimate the Apollonian ethos by medium of: transcriptive deliverance from abnegation and prosperity of cathartisized invigoration of our paucist, de-unified, dis-illusioned fragility; To fulminate a martyrial swansong of epiphanised jubilation and femme fatalen purification and invigoration of the collective consciousness... 

Ad victorum, Vox Populi...

Learning To Dream, again...

Pre-eminently: I want to acknowledge (and disclaim) the axiomatic, unanimously idiosyncratic behaviour between the dubbing of this sonata's appellation and the customary nomenclature that "The 1975" have, exceptionally, grown acclimatised to; there is a heavy enthesis on this title and the accompanying themes being innovated by such taxonomic expression, for the following reasons: They have pioneered both genre and dissertations with such perspicacious accolade that: none a candle held by my humdrum, copperplated girandole of a disquisition can substantiate a more equitable and proprietarious assessment of modernity and the coming age of post-modernism and surrealism, without further ado: let's briskly and carelessly tackle the over saturated, yet resonant topic...

I don't believe anything to be truly authentic in nature. Not even this conclusion itself: so, indulge yourself in such a fruitless vanity at your own discretion.

A Brief Summary of: Authenticity. (Instrumental Mix)

While I concur: That I partake in the whimsical terminological exactitude Pétanque in a sanguinary typhoon of linguistic naivety. I often discharge in a maelstrom of insouciant low hanging frugality... This pretentious, verbosely unobservant persona of mine is not just nauseatingly chiffon and reinventively emulated of luminary paragons that retain in the consignation of oblivion. But, perhaps so: archaic and nonchalant that I would be in remiss to not designate it as a fashioning of a disorderly: mode à la ma propre conception...

I have negotiated a soundscape here which fits the theme of this characterisation of my absurdist memes, incongruous genes and inherent proclivity towards an irrationally continental exemp(o)lary; A barkless tale of misinterpreted zen libertarianism entombed within an excursion of flamboyant anarchistic neuroticism.

It is perhaps a far cry to assume I could become "enlightened" by what I seek in this life; Only fractured like the fragments of every realm and dimension I've shattered in all its monumentalism of delusions... Nevertheless! I retain the disposition that I am a long way yet from the prolegomenon to Avalon... And so, I march on disreputable, transparent and a pillory, scornful surplus to, even my own, Moriai; scathed, lingering and mutilated, with an ensemble of algean choirs preparing the seven trumpets of my refrainious and segueic annihilation.

Come get it...

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Ellipses... (To Convey My Deadpan Cognitive Dysfunctionality)

Whilst I do not proclaim to understand true fatigue in its physical configuration. I wearily find myself exponentially rarefied in spirit with every cacophonic exhibition I produce on each album I write and fruitfully conceive. This track, although being flamboyantly and objectively conveyed with only a little less experimental flair to emphasize the theme; nonetheless, is meant to be portray the errors in which occur whilst I am halfway, or marginally: further through a project(that is not to dismiss the multifaceted decay of all matter into the equation, too...) that I have been spending significant amounts of time and effort on and just cannot find it in me to carry that torch at the same running pace, and nonpartisan broadness, I began with, until the bitter end. Henceforth: the uninspired and colloquially blunt nature of this: all too human description of the track as prescribed... At the time of writing this, I have a fair quantity of tracks left on this LP to adequately allow myself to loosely summarise before I can consider it anywhere near satisfactory for a public release. It's at despondent times like these I wish to concede the idea that I am not entirely faithful in this project like I was with my inaugural release of "clouds 9" from start to finish, as the process and overall tracks for that album are much more meaningful and even ambivalently saudade to me, even so much as to represent my dramatis personae in a more: all-encompassing gamut than I did on this one which was an attempt to ride and rectify my subconscious and all its trepidations of which to personify them in a way that I would consider cathartic and number crunching of my demons; but, alas, the further I peer into the jack in the box, the stronger the spirit of gravity compels a descent and embraces me with the fanatical, deafeningly chilling wrenching of my soul in both mind and body. I am fearful of whether I will still be considerably civilized with such a turn of the century in my heart when all is said and done; should: all be said and truly conclusive... I would, dramatically, emphasize that the rabbit hole has opened up such a traumatizing apathy that both the deafening silence, and its counterpart: have reached futility in hiding the interval between me and the chasm of entropic, low-res slideshows that I like to appoint some meaningful structure for as "day to day" "living"...

When Fatigue Sets In..

Despite, the cranking of the cogs, the indictment of my perceived enlightenment and the spontaneity of my chevalier incited Sitzfleisch. I had reasoned with myself the following appraisals: All of which I had learnt seemed bleak and without satisfactory understanding; subject to being concealed within the narrowest corners of my subconscious, until further notice... Fascinatingly apathetical, and at a want of conflict, to draw such a countermanded abrogation, even more unsatisfactory to acclimatize myself with such ontologically embezzling conclusions... Could I ever be appeased with the analogously subordination of adjunctive postulations?

And That's When I Learnt...

An ode to the indominable human spirit... Welcome to the official 2023 era of the LR14 Project - Codename: "TAoD"  The Sophomore LP coming soon...

Yesterday, I Almost Gave Up...

An ode to the plague inciting weevil that sits in the throne of our, once imaginative; now: nubilous and fragile, minds and bereaves us of the wonders of human existence by vicing the mind and the spirit into the depraved depths of unbecoming and nadir, vague non-sequiturs of the reality that had held us in place like the blossomed, nurtured mayflies we were always destined to be; before we had become the pitfall of our own innocence, impartiality and kindred soulfulness. 

This piece dares to ask: "Amidst all this deafening cacophony, do you still hear my inner child reaching out to you? Do you still hear me plead to God for the benevolence and unbiased heartfulness of my humanity to take the centrefold of my soul? Do you feel my unapologetic hand caress your heart in the rubble of the abyss as it yearns to be touched by the unmistakable duress of heaven for the first time since it had lost its vitality? To what avail should I bear my burden if my reward for the arduous toil is but the soil of my skin and the burning of my sin?"

And then answers itself, titularly and eponymously: "Shove it." 

and on we march, ardently, impudently and blithely, I wish you well: ye motherly, anonymous saints and, perhaps, even you: dishonest, belligerent candy-ass Machiavellian imitators... 

were we not all cut from the same cloth, after all?

Shove Your Animosity!

Apropos: Dreams and their significance to the objective world?

Such a significance of subconscious desire, and perhaps even: prophetic premonition, seemed liable and not just subject to... subjectivity..

It is also plausible that one has all that one, may ever or may ever not, need if one is willing (however, the alternative is usually a cataclysmic purgatory...) to undergo the metamorphosis of the soul... 

While this album has been very much an experimental, half-baked concept like so many of my works over the course of my lifetime. I feel this one's direction and its thematic rhetoric is a lot more didactic in its understanding of itself and such, I'd like to conclude this journey on a, ironically, positive note:

Never stop dreaming, never stop hoping and never stop pursuing. And if you haven't started? Chances are that you already have...

thank you for listening to The Ambiguity of Despondency; it's been a pleasure and an honour for me to produce, deliver and share these moments with you.

- LR14

"I Gave You The Keys, Now Go Open The Door..."

Hey! Had a lot of fuuun shedding some light on the dreary, glum and dark in my last album that I decided to return by messing around and getting goofy with my long-time collaborator and Friend: WaLLaWooM...

Check out our new single from his upcoming EP: (Classified) that's... Classified as in the title is classified not... that the EP is titled "(Classified)"... 

Ite, cool... I'm out... 

Thanks for listening!

WaLLaWooM & LR14 - Crotone Croutons

Me and Wallace decided to tackle a controversial topic arising of the last decade over the validity of Ukraine (and other sovereign nations, Hong Kong & Taiwan and many other colonial regions, etc.) as an independant state. I personally believe that the current regimes of the Eastern World should read some of their iconic history and take a look at why the annexation of sovereign nations is not only a foolish idea, but an almost empire-nostalgic disaster...

There's a reason that state's considers mutiny of its greatest minds... because the will of the individual and the righteous will always triumph over the concrete hand of tyranny. 

Who then: will attempt to roll the boulder?

"What a mess we made, when it all went wrong..."

Base War & Peace (feat. LR14)

Producer, Multi-Instrumentalist, 

sometimes: 
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LR14

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