歌曲名 Visions Of Johanna 歌手名 Bob Dylan

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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

So entwined

And these visions of Johanna

That conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play

Blind man'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

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 lot of 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 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

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 yo 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 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