Something a little different for me. I don't offer many covers.
I used to gig with Martin and Fiona,we had some great times and played well together.
A while back we recorded this Randy Newman song,just because it's a lovely piece. Hope you enjoy.

Feels Like Home

Sensations

The red room is a Russian urban legend and this is my interpretation of this urban legend

The Red Room

Beneath Rusted Skies

New song from Glen and Dave.

Music and all instruments - Glen Granthem.

Lyrics and all vocals - David Cooper

You’re looking out for me
I’m looking out for you
Do we know what we should do

Down the tunnel
We both fall – Can we hear each other’s call
Can we hear, can we hear, can we hear each other’s call?

Chorus

Here we sit among the thorns
Surrounded by those that mourns
No one knows how the stories go
The tales of old, tales of yore

What is that I thought you said?
I thought I heard you in my head
Maybe I can’t hear at all 
Can we hear each other’s call?
Can we hear, can we hear, can we hear each other’s call?

Chorus

Down the tunnel
We both fall
Down the tunnel
We both fall
Down the tunnel
We both fall

Can we hear each other’s call
Can we hear, can we hear, can we hear each other’s call?

Chorus

Down the Tunnel (Cooper/Granthem Collaboration)

He stands in twilight
at the gates of the new city's walls.
A strange dawn stirs on the blade of the meridian.
The last city smolders in the distance. 
His footprints in their soft dust craters
trail behind him 
and alongside are the drops of blood
that let astride him.
He hears the distant hounds.
A breeze lifts and covers his tracks

but through the gate
he peers, for now.
The city begins to awaken and come to life.
The bakers, the artists, the carpenters
and the elite, merge into one citizen
smiling on their paths.
He looks upon the road
leading to the private houses
and figures silhouetted above the sills.
Laughter from within their walls. 

The sunrise catches the apex
of a pearled pagan statue, where paths converge
and his eyes divert upon it. 
He stands until the sunlight reaches her eyes of the East.

Hecate waits, standing in stone, without faltering
in three-form. One face by light.
Two others by shadow. In each hand a torch
and the others hold a serpent, a key.
He is entranced by a momentary paralysis

and he imagines the future, unraveling to the North
past the mountains, overlooking the new city.
Her reflection in his dark eyes reverberates between them infinitely.
Sage burns. A hex lifts. The ghosts like petals drift.
The gravity of the morning moon, still in the sky, lifts the dew.
The blades of grass bend toward the celestial.
He begins to cry, and his eyes are then clear.

Two guards near, and begin to call out.
He returns down the path and takes a new fork
up into the overgrowth and throngs of thorns.
Up the mountain, he wades, unflinching and finds a clearing.

He sets up a camp between the cities.
Overlooking the distant landscapes
the smoldering old, and the glow of the new.
He speaks to the night phantoms, and coyotes
who dare not near
and the black fountain to him, speaks of method and form 
like wine. A moth flutters into the light and heat
to invoke a change. 
Geese pass overhead, a transition
at the threshold of season.
He watches the fire, the night long, and the hounds bay.

He douses the embers, for the ashes to fractal
meet root, and rise again.
Broken and delirious, he sees a vision
of the frog at the well
at the edge of the underworld, aflame.
It clings in silence, to the scales unfair.
Tempting darkness to near. 
He reaches out, with hand weak
and it dives, escaping wet into the cosmos below.

Sending ripples through the stars.
He looks down at his reflection until the water stills
and in that moment, his mirror splits to twin.
He looks up, but no one is yet there beside him.
A premonition. A last black hope.
The mountain grows cold.
He cries out as he awakens.

Words by Riley Robinson

I. Venus in Pisces

Sunny Day

SUMMER DREAM :  SCRT Records

The story of Circuit Bloom originates from Aethelburg, a sprawling, vertically layered metropolis where centuries of architectural history are intertwined with a constantly evolving, hyper-connected digital network known as the "Grid." The city's inhabitants navigate this complex environment, living in districts stratified by their access to and integration with the Grid – from the high-frequency 'Canopy' levels where data streams flow like rivers, to the dense, analog 'Foundations' below, where older systems hum beneath the surface. Life is a constant negotiation between the structured, predictable pathways of the digital and the chaotic, organic reality of the physical. The culture values innovation but is wary of losing touch with the tangible past.
    Legend says that before 3C arrived, the Signal Bloom Ensemble was formed in the 'Interference Zones' – overlooked spaces where stray signals from the Grid collided with the resonant frequencies of the city's ancient Foundation layers. Two individuals, one steeped in the rhythmic echoes of the urban underground and the other a former data architect fascinated by harmonic patterns, met in one such zone, finding their disparate sonic impulses converged into a new, powerful signal that cut through the city's perpetual hum.


Circuit Bloom

Static Pulse

✨ as you wish

désert blanc

it's here, the ethereal supplication volume 2 deluxe. there are tracks expanding on the original storyline and also some demos. i hope you enjoy <3

14 Ave Maria (Snippet) (Demo 1)

An upcoming music producer/artist originally from Bangor, Wales but lived in Manchester England for the majority of my life. I am looking to mix tracks for free as practice and i am always open to collaborations.

The Red Room

unknxwn_records