John Prine has a tight sextile between Saturn (defense) and Neptune (escape / imagination).
Look what he does when his wife bitches him out…
The Other Side Of Town
©John Prine 2001
Why do you always seem to criticize me
Seems like everything I do just turns out wrong
Why don’t you come on out and despise me
So I could pack my bag and baby I’d be gone
Remember when you used to call me honey
Well ‘d turn around and call you honey too
You might think it’s a joke, but it ain’t funny
To hurt someone who’s so in love with you
( chorus) A clown puts his makeup on upside down
So he wears a smile even when he wears a frown
You might think I’m here when you put me down
But actually I’m on the other side of town.
My body’s in this room with you just catching hell
While my soul is drinking beer down the road a spell
You might think I’m listening to your grocery list
But I’m leaning on the jukebox and I’m about half … way there
I’m sittin’ on a chair just behind my ear
Playing dominoes and drinking some ice cold beer
When you get done talking I’ll come back downstairs
And assume the body of the person you presume who cares
I’m Across the river on the other side of town
In my mind I’m on the other side of town
Ha ha ha ha. This is a technique I use to deal with hate mail. The person who writes me nasty mail is invariably highly invested in every word they’ve penned. I see where the post is going within the first sentence or two, delete the post. If necessary I imagine myself in the gym, sideways on a crosstrainer with a shoulder back to arch my back and thinking about sex. Voila – You no longer exist.
Just because you’re bitching doesn’t mean a person is in their bodies, or even in the room for that matter.