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    "Visions Of Johanna" Lyrics

    Bob Dylan

    Genre:Ethnic/Folk, Rock
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    aint it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?
    we sit here, stranded, though we all do 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 take his flahslight out,
    and ask if its himself or them who should be insane
    but Louise she's allright, she's just near
    she's delicate, she seems like the mirror
    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

    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 her 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
    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 musuems Infinity's going 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
    and the jellyfaced women all sneeze
    hear the one with the moustache 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
    she prepares for him
    and Madonna she still has not showed
    you 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 "everythings been returned which was owed"
    on the back of a fish truck that loads
    while my conscience explodes
    the harmonicas play the skeleton keys in the rain
    and these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
    This song was last modified on October 2nd, 2016.
    Thanks to Peter Moore and Mads Schmidt for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BOB DYLAN MUSIC CO.
    Written by BOB DYLAN, DYLAN BOB.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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