Nowhere Man, crawling into oneself and staying there

[just me]

Beatles, Nowhere Man

Lyrics
He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen
You don't know what you're missing
Nowhere man, the world is at your command
He's as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see
Nowhere man, can you see me at all
Nowhere man don't worry
Take your time, don't hurry
Leave it all 'til somebody else
Lends you a hand
Ah, la, la, la, la
Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man please listen
You don't know what you're missing
Nowhere man, The world is at your command
Ah, la, la, la, la
He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.

Great song. I relate to it during times of my life. I have crawled into my self and never wanted to step outside.
"You don't know what you're missing" seems to be coming from somewhere else: possibly friends or family trying to help. Lot of the words show how others might see us during these times, like "making all his nowhere plans for nobody." Comments? Other songs? Poems?

 

[Pin]

I like the Beatles' happy songs about two people falling in love and having a good time.

"She loves you. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."

I think those love songs have a place in the world. Romantic love is great but even better in movies, music, the media.

Pretty propaganda.

 

[Ren]

"She loves you. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."

This sounds shallow but is actually kinda deep

 

[ZcM4xzkjgzCjytBc]

This sounds shallow but is actually kinda deep

How many hours are you willing to spend thinking about it?

 

[Pin]

This sounds shallow but is actually kinda deep

It's a part of life, a privilege to experience really.

I think that people who have time and ample opportunities for things like that are very fortunate. Sometimes though, it's better not to be so fortunate.

 

[John K]

Other songs? Poems?

This poem is one I keep coming back to over the years. It carries an austere yet dazzling mysticism that I find surprising affinity with.

Blackbird - R.S. Thomas

Its eye a dark pool
in which Sirius glitters
and never goes out.
Its melody husky
as though with suppressed tears.
Its bill is the gold
one quarries for amid
evening shadows. Do not despair
at the stars' distance. Listening
to blackbird music is
to bridge in a moment chasms
of space-time, is to know
that beyond the silence
which terrified Pascal
there is a presence whose language
is not our language, but who has chosen
with peculiar clarity the feathered
creatures to convey the austerity
of his thought in song.​

This song is one of my Beatles favourites and maybe echoes my own long cycles of life.

The Long and Winding Road - The Beatles

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door
The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way
Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried
Anyway you'll never know
The many ways I've tried
And still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door
But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here
Lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah​

 

[Pin]

@John K

Sir, out of everyone on this forum I respect you the most. You're like our kind grandfather.

 

[John K]

@John K

Sir, out of everyone on this forum I respect you the most. You're like our kind grandfather.