Sleeping Alone

Lose This

David Myles - If I Lost You feat. Breagh Isabel

Track 11 from Frances Luke Accord's sophomore LP, "Safe in Sound."

Lyrics:

In my life I’ve grown upside down
Caught my string on the ground
Where the river won’t run
Where the sparrow won’t dive
Where the spirit can’t sing
And the arrow won’t climb
Oh I’ve seen the sun go down
And the moon on the rise
I saw it all once

In my haze I faced a dream gone gray
Shaken down in the shade of a hollow oak tree
Over honey so sweet
Fought a killer queen bee
Brought me to my knee
Oh, I’ve seen a cloud rain down
In the flash of a light
I saw it all once

Woah I’ve been a-running wild
Been a fool reconciled
Mmm mm mm

When I die take me the long way home
Lay me down in the snow
Where the sparrow might go
Where the hollow oaks fold
Into a cradle in time
To make a nest from bone
Woah I saw but I went blind
Now we know what we know
We’ll see it all go

Safe In Sound

In My Life (featuring Darlingside)

Your Way

You Know When You Know

 Personal Experience of the Collective - A relatable moment of connection to the Collective Unconscious
Morning kitchen routine becomes a portal to ancestral wisdom. Ordinary breakfast transforms into extraordinary communion with the Collective Unconscious through domestic ritual and memory. From my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung." Chapter 1. The Collective Unconsciousness .

Breakfast with Jung

At dawn’s ragged edge, my kitchen becomes
A temple of ordinary prophecies
Coffee grounds like black diviner’s sand
Messages from the dead burned into toast

My grandmother’s hands emerge from steam
Weaving histories into my cup, while outside
Bougainvillaea bleeds its crimson alphabet
Across windows thin as memory’s skin

In the toaster’s chrome, faces ripple:
Great-aunts with eyes of burning coal,
Cousins carrying unborn stars in their teeth,
Children who might bloom from my bones.

Their reflections overlap like hungry ghosts,
All pressing against morning’s fragile glass.
The kettle screams with a thousand voices—
Every cup of tea ever poured flowing backwards

Through time’s copper throat. Even Jung himself
Pauses mid-bite, startled by its prophecy.
A tui splits the sky’s yolk with her song,
Harmonising with languages lost when

Eden’s gates swung shut. Her notes scatter
Like black pearls across my breakfast plate.
Time pools honey-thick in this hour
Between dreaming and day, sweet

With the marrow of memory. My spoon
Stirs ripples in the universe’s coffee cup.
The morning news bleeds through dimensions—
Every headline ever printed rising like smoke

From my coffee: wars, loves, births, extinctions
Spiral into one eternal moment of toast and tea.
Through the window, the bougainvillea
Drops petals red as birth-blood, each one

Carrying messages from the collective heart—
Semaphores from gardens of remembered light.
Watch now—as my ancestors lean in, hungry
For one more taste of morning, their shadows

Drinking light from my cup. Even the sugar bowl
Holds crystals of compressed eternities.
In this kitchen, we are all time travellers,
Breaking bread with our unborn children,

While the dead pour tea with trembling hands
And tomorrow whispers in our marrow.
Tell me then, you who breakfast alone,
Do you see them in your morning mirror—

All the faces time has worn and will wear,
Gathering like moths around your light?
Here at dawn’s clean slate,
Where every breakfast is the last breakfast,

And also the first, we drink our coffee
Black as memory, sweet as prophecy,
While Jung smiles from the doorway,
Knowing that eternity was always this:

A kitchen full of ghosts at morning,
Passing cream across time’s borders.
 
By Stephen Francis Hollins


11/October 2025

Breakfast with Jung

Awaiting You

ROCK SALT AND NAILS

All songs written and performed by StevieRay Latham ©2020

Produced, mixed and mastered by Mark Aubrey
Co-produced and engineered by StevieRay Latham
Assistant engineer Simon Murfet

Recorded at Saunton Road Studios, Braunton, N. Devon in February 2020
Additional recording in Chateauneuf-la-forêt, France March 2019.

Simon Murfet plays drums on (La Forêt)Everything Changes, Thief and I Don't Mind
Amy Newton sings backing vocals on (La Forêt) Everything Changes

StevieRay Latham - Madeline

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David Myles - If I Lost You feat. Breagh Isabel

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