De / City Tour

heb deitl

steve coel

preparing for the next gig.

notes:

it's the duty of the blind men

to show us all the way

and daughters of the richer man

to make us want to stay

the seeker of the truth

who fights against his will

it's a great leap into darkness

for us all.

hard countryside.  hard people.

dakota by greyhound.


city nights. is all.

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curious man of the sea

Illustration - curious man of the sea

steve coel

Invitation Cover - Launch

curious man of the sea

steve coel

curious man of the sea [ sleeve notes ]

...and a private boudoir

of front page glamour...

written in a painstakingly spidery hand

will simply be...

the reflection of a women

breaking the pinking surface

of a puddle 

with her stride...

 The Wolf Within by steve coel [ 2017 ]

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Cadillac Heart

performed this week.

mainly pieces from cadillac heart [ 1986 - 1996 ].

just because.

sounded quite topical even out of my, by now, older mind.

i'm thinking of re-recording many of my previous works.

cadillac heart might just be one of them.

extracts [ lyrics, spoken word ] - selected at random.

His stick tip-tapping down the platform, sympathy and shock

the crowd parting. a bleak groan from a grown man

across the park, as fire cracks it's evil flicker.

pavements glisten, perspiring after another days 

heavy abuse...


a drunken shoe, ghosts dormant in a 

world gone crazy.

nightlife shovelled gleefully into

demanding hands...


gypsy souls drinking thimbles of wine

and scuffles down the street...

UnEven Street [ Poster ]

steve coel

the performances are shorter nowadays but the audience 

energy is still very high and positive.


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all that remained were words

all that remained were words

recently performed.

this was written around the same time as 'the house' 

and is published in weekend pass [ An 11.59 Publication ].

all that remained were words [ extracts ]

by 

steve coel

cherry hearts and shattered love

drinking whiskey from broken cups

in unlit rooms

newspaper on feet

keeping cold out and infected mind in...


a closely cropped wild beard

borders your face

and your eyes sing

of lost love and addiction...


next day you are dead

burned alive

in bushes

by children

and all that remains

are your words

1 - 2 - 3 - you can't kill me!

weekend pass

steve coel

tough to write.

tough to perform.

as it should always be.


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The House

The House.

quite regularly, i get requests for copies of  performance 

pieces, samplers, gig recordings, pictures, posters 

and so forth.


the house was written way back when i lived in london 

as a response to many bad things happening at the time 

in bermondsey.


i'd strung together a series of ideas surrounding the 

changes being forced upon the community that had kept 

the area alive. 

money was moving in. 

real people were being shunted out. 


the shout was loud but few listened. 

but the people who listened were the people who mattered. 

to me.


the area now? closed doors. new history.


the house changes often, like it should. 

but today i still see the same thing happening over and over.

after a recent performance i received a request once again, 

for the house.

the house

by

steve coel

row after row after row

all completely empty.


once real people lived in them.

not now.

not anymore.


they're not nice houses.

the rooms are small, 

the stairs narrow,

and the walls

too thin.


tiny garden,

busy road,

busy and dangerous.


the house is cold, damp.

windows rot

water drips everywhere.

floorboards warp and sag.


the house is twenty years old.


[ from the fingers give lace [ 1997 ] - An 11.59 

Publication ]

house

steve coel

house

steve coel

The audience today is large. 

the shout, still loud, probably louder.


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