歌曲名 Visions Of Johanna (Live At The Abc Theatre, Belfast, Ireland May 1966)

歌手名 Bob Dylan

作词：Bob Dylan

作曲：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 should be insane

And louise she's all right

She's just near

She's delicate she's 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

Little boy in 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

Ooo

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 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

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

Sayin'

Name me somebody it's wanna

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