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Bob Dylan - Visions of
Johanna
G C/g G
G
Aint it just like the night to play
C D G C/g G
Tricks when you're trying to be so quiet
G C D G
We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it
D G C/g G
And Louise holds a handful of rain tempting you to defy it
C G
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
C G
In this room the heat pipes just cough
C G
The country music station plays soft,
D
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
G C D G
Just Louise, and her lover so entwined
C G/b D G
And these Visions of Johanna, that conquer my mind
Repeat chords for remaining verses
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the keychain
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's really insane
Louise, she's alright she's just near
She's delicate, and 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
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
How can I explain, Oh, 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 moustache say
Jeez, I can't find my knees!
Oh jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
And these Visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The pedlar now speaks
to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying 'name me someone who'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, 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 into the road
He writes 'everythings been returned which was owed'
On the back of the 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