House Of Trees

House Of Trees


Quite simply a fantastic emotional live experience that challenges and engages listeners into the stories and songs conjured by the performers. The detailed musical and lyrical delivery of the songs is spell bounding. Coe (guitar) weaves intricate harmonic changes around the stunning voice of Voss.


Once upon a time some friends moved to a house made of, and surrounded by, trees. Situated deep in the Swedish woodlands the house is a hidden haven; a place where if no-one speaks one hears only the sound of birds, a river and the wind in the trees. There is also the sound of music....

House of Trees (H.o.T) is a band lead by Rob Coe. As a singer/songwriter Rob explores, hunts and gathers perfectly the myriad moods of life: its thoughts, its dreams, its places and its people: all playing a role in his often mythical and fairytale like songs.

Like any good tree, the sapling (one man and his guitar) has grown branches and leaves in the form of musicians: Djamila Skoglund Voss (vocals), James Carnell (congas), Henrik Engström (flute) and Simon Fäldt (trumpet) plus the occasional 'special guest' bird flying in and perching on a branch :)

As a live act the group bends and shapes itself depending on the climate of the concert: whether as a duo, a trio, or the full band the atmosphere and emotion of their gigs is like a good home: its warm and cozy on the inside, but outside the wind and the dark are knocking on the door. The songs blend a heady mix of classical, folk and jazz music lead by insightful, personal and poetic lyrics, that draw parallels with, Billy Holiday, Kurt Weill, and dark old time Disney Classics. ......Welcome, to the House of Trees.


Death To The Siren

Written By: Rob Coe

Tell me have you seen a siren dancing in the wind
Is it everything?
The dances bodies bring
Were you living

They dance only for themselves
They will dance for no one else
You may watch by their side
Till their dance has passed you by

Tell me have you been to where the siren beckoned you in
For the songs they sing
They gifts their voices bring
They will lure you in

They sing only for themselves
They will sing for no one else
You can listen by their side
Till their song has passed you by

Tell me if you felt pain or have you seen the siren again
Was it everything?
In your remembering
Were you living?

You were living for yourself
You were loving for no one else
You disguarded the siren then
Once you’d loved her to death

Crooked Tree

Written By: Rob Coe

Down by the water there’s a crooked little tree
It’s leaves are shinny gold and it speaks just to me
It wispers softly
Speaks so sweetly

theres a crooked little brook down by the crooked tree
the folks rape and pillage in that crooked little village
But they don’t speak
Because of that tree
And what it said to me

Don’t hang your dreams apon the tree
don’t wipe your tired brow with its leaves
but most of all don’t listen to it speak

all i wanna hear are the whispers of the tree
in my ear it lays a seed so all i wanna see
is what it speaks to me
it speaks so sweetly

The words of the tree taste to me like fallen fruits
But they rot down like dirty thoughs in my branches to my roots
Till i can’t breathe
Because of the tree
And what it said to me

Don’t hang your dreams apon the tree
don’t wipe your tired brow with its leaves
but most of all don’t listen to it speak

Not That Kinda Town

Written By: Rob Coe

Close all the banks
Put boards in the windows
Get the people from the square
Blockades in the roads

Drain the water from the pool
Close the toy shop after school

Return to your homes
Disconnect your phone
Turn your lights down low

Coz we don’t want no vistors
We’re not that kinda town
And we think it would be better
Just a little better
We’d thank you if you wouldn’t come around


'Come To The Woods' - 2009
'Through A Veil' - to be early august 2011