歌曲名 Visions Of Johanna (Mono Version)

歌手名 Bob Dylan

作词：Bob Dylan

作曲：Bob Dylan

Aingt it just like the night to play tricks

When you're trying 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

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 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 allnight girls they whisper

Of escapades out on the Dtrain

We can hear the night

Watchman click his flashlight

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

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 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

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 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 jellyfaced 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

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

Ya can't look at much

Can ya man as she 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 of the rain

And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain