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Lyrics for Visions of Johanna by Bob Dylan:
| | | Artist: | Bob Dylan |
| | Album: | Blonde on Blonde | | Track: | Visions of Johanna | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 194 | | | | Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so
quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a
handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this
room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing,
really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of
Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with
the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We
can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really
insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the
mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not
here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of
Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so
seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name
up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and
all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh,
it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the
dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what
salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can
tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women
all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh,
jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it
all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for
him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for
him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she,
herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now
corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the
road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck
that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the
rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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