thank you for this collab https://soundcloud.com/blackbird-750549711

W/ Blackbird_Bliss ( Infinity Ambient DnB Mix )

New song written and performed by David Cooper.

Lyrics:

She was my love
But I let her down
I couldn’t be around
I was never there.

Most of the time
I was off running wild
Going out of my mind
And I didn’t care

Chorus

I’m no good for you 
I’m not what you need
I’m too wrapped up in myself
Drowning in my own greed

I can see her now
Just sitting there
But I didn’t care
About the tears in her eyes

Now my head’s in my hands
Oh I feel ashamed
Got myself to blame
It was down to me

Chorus x 2

Drowning

Lonely Cloud

My musical composition in homage to the most feared climb in the professional cycling peleton, in the incredible Vualta de Espana.
In 2017 the fantastic win by Alberto Contador marked the end of his career. 

“I cannot think of a better way to say goodbye,” Contador said. “To win on the Anglirú on the last climb of my career. I gave everything.”

Contador always gives everything, but on the penultimate day of the 2017 Vuelta a España, he seemed to have an extra gear. Knowing that this was the final major mountain stage of his storied and sometimes-controversial 15-year racing career, Contador was on intent on going out through the “puerta grande.”

Like a Spanish bullfighter being carried out of the bullring on the shoulders of his adoring fans, Contador wanted to add one more extraordinary page to his palmares.

“I knew I had to win today, and I knew it would be complicated,” Contador said. “I was getting frustrated in this Vuelta because my results were not matching my power numbers. Without a doubt, I wanted to win the stage today.”

Who will win in 2025? Stage 13!!!???

L'Angliru - the most feared climb in the professional cycling peleton!

Echoes From The Swamp

A procession reborn. Old Hearse returns in its remastered form, carrying the ache and architecture of its original descent with sharpened clarity. This track is a sonic reliquary—where synths pulse like funeral lights and vocals drift like memory through fog. Originally released as part of Bleak Cathedral’s early archive, this version restores the track’s full spectral resonance. It’s not nostalgia—it’s ritual recursion. A hearse that drives backward through time, collecting fragments of devotion along the way.

Bleak Cathedral - Old Hearse (Album Version)

Funk Monk

Intense (2025)

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OQzG_rwPpA

Child of Nature

Elfin Delfin´s Wonderland

Elfin Delfin´s Wonderland & Video Link

Smoky Wheels

Smirk On My Face released August 22, 2025 please support Rob Olsson and myself by listening to it a million times each!!

Funk Monk

Single Use & Recycled