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Written on February 20, 2005, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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This is the place where taught myself to sing and where I wrote most of my songs

This is the place where I lay sick and exhausted and told the woman I loved to leave me (she did)

This is the place I grew 18 huge plants

This is the place I threw an I Ching reading that told me to stop (I did)

This is the place where I realised in the early morning of September 12th 2002 that my life was taking me in the opposite direction to the way it should be going and decided to change

This is the place I lost my rhythm and found it again

This is the place where I made a video for £25 that was seen by 10 million people

This is the place from where big funky basslines originate

This is the place I fell to the ground with a howl of anguish, believing my girlfriend had committed suicide (she hadn’t)

This is the place I played a lot of Zilch

This is the place Y turned up, laid on the floor, and stayed for a week

This is the place A trashed

This is the place H left her long black hair which remained years after she had died

This is the place I got so high I thought the hairs on my head were pulling me vertically upwards (they weren’t)

This is the place where plants thrive

This is the place where I watched a couple in the park outside make love on a bench

This is the place I lived for 20 years

This is the place where afternoon shadows and the trees make poetry of light

This is the place I just left

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This thing has 8 Comments

  1. Lagowski
    Posted 20 February, 2005 at 12:24 pm | Permalink

    It looks a lot nicer than it did the last time I visited. But what lies behind the camera? What lurks in the kitchen and in the dark recesses of your entrance hall? Eh?

  2. Blog ho
    Posted 20 February, 2005 at 4:51 pm | Permalink

    Nice. It makes me sad for you that you’re leaving after 20 years.

    Also. Which video did you make? I wonder if I’m one of the millions.

  3. karma
    Posted 21 February, 2005 at 12:21 am | Permalink

    aww Deek. It is heart-breaking to leave a place with so many memories. but this is also the place where you have done some beautiful writing as well! :))

  4. Miss Wired
    Posted 21 February, 2005 at 2:44 am | Permalink

    Now you can do that all over again and make somewhere else live too.

    Rocks are slow life.

  5. transience
    Posted 21 February, 2005 at 3:17 am | Permalink

    new territory, new stories. works for me.

  6. RuKsaK
    Posted 21 February, 2005 at 12:00 pm | Permalink

    Moving post that – I’ve never lived anywhere in my adult life for more than 2 years. I can’t, literally, imagine how you’re feeling.

  7. Marilyndrew
    Posted 22 February, 2005 at 4:58 pm | Permalink

    soooo pretty

  8. Kate Ford
    Posted 1 March, 2005 at 10:08 am | Permalink

    Deek why would you leave such a lovely place so full of your heart and memories? What’s up with that? Hmmm…

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