Discussion»Questions»Humor and Jokes» I'm on the lonely..lonely side of town right here..and the world don't see me here..it's a cold cold city..when your friends all fade away.?
You 're a beautiful person bookworm. Enjoy this if you can. Dave Meniketti sings..the only surviving original member!
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Lonely Side Of Town Lyrics
It's a cold cold city When you're out there on your own What a shame and a pity That no one wants to know I see the people laugh and share But for me there's no one there This empty life just isn't fair And the world don't see me here
I'm on the lonely Lonely side of town - right here I'm on the lonely Lonely side of town
Well, I never was a loner How did I fall so far? - oh so far Tell me where did I go wrong Did I stay away too long? - oh too long
With my old friends it's not the same Seems we don't know what to say I understand but still it's strange when your friends just fade away
I'm on the lonely Lonely side of town - right here I'm on the lonely Lonely side of town
Solo: Dave Meniketti
I see the people laugh and share But for me there's no one there This empty life just isn't fair And the world don't see me here
I'm on the lonely Lonely side of town - right here I'm on the lonely Lonely side of town - right here I'm on the lonely Lonely side of town - right here I'm on the lonely
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at July 14, 2019 9:41 PM MDT
People can grow apart over the years. I had a friend who was my dearest and closest at school. After we'd left it seemed we bifurcated. She became a kindergarten teacher. I went into sculpture and art teaching. One would imagine there were similarities and things in common. But when I had an affair with a Parsee man, she tried to break it up on the grounds that he wasn't "British." I hadn't realised she was racist. That turned out to be just the start of discovering who she was below the surface. She had a tendency towards lies - silly, obvious, pointless and often harmful to others. She couldn't enjoy herself without six glasses of wine under the belt. Her politics turned out to be ultra-conservative. Soon I realised that our values were so opposed that there was no longer any basis for friendship. I stopped returning her calls.
For the man who wrote those lyrics - I'm guessing his plight of loneliness strikes a chord with millions. The art of friendship is one of the most complex of human social relationships, and in this world of struggling to earn a living, raise a family etc, it often gets neglected. We can turn around and suddenly realise our situation.
Fortunately, it is always possible to make friends and always possible to grow those into the deeper intimacy that really makes a difference.
I listened to the song and enjoyed it - even though most rock is not my thing. I liked the riffs on the slide guitar and the lyrics.
They reminded me of a time a few years ago when I finally acknowledged to myself that I was incredibly lonely. Took a long time because I felt ashamed of it and was in denial.
I'd given up sculpture and teaching and had moved to the country to live a green life, practise permaculture, and breed and train Arabian horses. I began to meet and go out riding with others who also loved horses and - here's where the shame comes in - I soon discovered that they weren't very bright. Now that does sound horribly arrogant - and I'll stick my foot in it even further. They weren't stupid or below average - they just had no interest in anything but small talk - no interest in either the intimate and personal, nor the spiritual, philosophical, political, cultural, creative - or things going on in the wider world. I felt I couldn't be me - and it was plain as day that if I showed them these sides of myself I'd be boring them.
I kept wondering what was wrong with me. Then, by chance at an NVC workshop, someone told me I was an INFJ - ostensibly a rare type. It got me curious. When I did the Myers-Briggs test, I turned out to be IN-T/F-J. The introvert in me is half-way between Introvert and Ambivert. Combined with the other factors, it meant I need a few close, intimate friends with whom I can share deep, thought-provoking conversations about just about everything. It led me a step closer to my solution. At the same time, starting to get to old for farmwork and training young horses - I saw the approach of a need to change my occupation.
Gradually writing took over. I began to explore what it took to develop in the craft and decided to take Creative Writing at Uni. It's a two-hour commute to get there so I usually stay overnight in the van. But it has yielded a rich harvest - much more than I'd hoped - and not just in technical skills and cultural awareness. I'm getting high distinctions, and invitations to read at festivals and join writers' feedback groups and workshops. My closest friends are now writers and their interests are keen, deep and broad. We share no end of wonderful conversations. For the first time in my life, I feel like I've come home and am at home. There are times when I want to cry at the joy of it - and at the irony that it took until I was 60 to discover my vocation.
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