Bob Dylan Lyrics

Album: BLONDE ON BLONDE

Visions Of Johanna Lyrics

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 handfull 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 of

 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 watcman click his flashlight

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

 Louise she's all right 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

 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

 "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.