Middle Of The Riddle Lyrics
and he blows on his horn as strong as he can
and the girl at the bar wipes the breath of winter away with a smile of her face
and a little black dog barks along with a loon
is this my appointment or did i come too soon
got a strange invitation for tea time 'twas given by somebody i can't recall
it's nothing but a big surprise
and the president's horse is a rabbit of course that is living in a big boy's mind
living in a big boy's mind
that is strung from this song to a distant shore and then i say
intuition is just another phase of chance
while we're crawling through the old pyramid's floors
(little pharaohs)
and the little black dog, here it comes again
it's a true companion in a foreign land
on a quest for the valley of boojums and birthdays and phonecalls i cannot recall
and the man at the helm shall talk to no one, shall talk to no one at all
(rule 42)
and a horse is a rabbit of course
(yes, indeed)
yes, a horse is a rabbit of course
When I was studying with these angels that showed up quite by surprise, we ran into this song and in the story they were relating there was the lonely man blowing on his horn—wait—who was the lonely man? You or him?
Him.
Him who? Anyone would ask …
The lonely man … Why confuse matters?
Yes, why?
So in the story you were wiping away the breath of winter not only with your smile but with your airy silliness
And you are the little black dog. I did think maybe you came too soon. The strange invitation was right on.
I didn’t come too soon.
The rabbit is Thumper but also the president’s horse?
Metaphor for big honcho.
I always disliked the idea of living in a big boy’s mind. Why wasn’t it a big girl’s mind or a big horse’s mind?
If it was a big horse you might be asking why it wasn’t a big boy. Don’t sweat the small stuff—remember your girlfriend telling you that? So you skated on a knife on a wire to many distant shores …
But I don’t recall saying that intuition is just another phase of chance
But we crawled through the old pyramid’s floors, so big deal …
Love the “little pharaohs” interjected here and you have been a faithful companion in foreign lands—merci.
And no one gets to talk to the man at the helm.
Because there isn’t one? We always sang it as all of man shall talk—not shan’t.
Marian Gold couldn’t hear us as well as you can?
I was surprised to read that this album—particularly this song and "Ariana" was considered somewhat silly
By someone who considers himself a music connoisseur but dislikes anything novel—we’ll leave some Wonder bread in his Christmas stocking.
Kerouac
And he laughed and said Always take the chance that she might be out—just for love Or—just out for love You know what I mean Don’t be a sucker