歌曲名 Visions Of Johanna (Live) 歌手名 Old Crow Medicine Show

作词：Bob Dylan

作曲：Bob Dylan

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks

When you're trying to be so quiet

We sit here stranded though

we're all doing our best to deny it

And Louise holds a handful of rain

tempting 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 who so entwined

And these visions of Johanna

that conquer my mind

In the empty lots where the ladies play blind

man's bluff with the key chain

where the all night girls who whisper of

escapades out on the D train

You can hear the night

watchman click his flashlight

Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane

And Louise she's all right she's just near

She's delicate and seems like veneer

But she just makes it all too concise

and too clear

That Johanna's not here

The ghost of electricity howls

in the bones of her face

Where these visions of Johanna

have not 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

Oh how can I explain

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 awhile

But Mona Lisa must have 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 jeez

I can't find my knees

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

Saying name me someone that's not a parasite

And I'll go out and say a prayer for him

But like Louise always says

You can't look at much can you man

As she herself prepares for him

And Madonna she still has not showed

We see this empty cage not corrode

The fiddler he now steps to the road

He writes everything'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