歌曲名 Visions Of Johanna (Album Version) 歌手名 Bob Dylan

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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