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Bob Dylan - Visions Of Johanna Bob Dylan - Visions Of Johanna | Transpozícia: [+1 +2 -1 -2] *** Autor textu: Bob Dyla *** Autor hudby: Bob Dylan |
Ain't it Ajust like the night to play Dtricks when you're E7tryin' to be so Aquiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all Ddoin' our E7best to denAy it
And LouEise holds a handful of rain, E7temptin' you to deAfy it
Lights Dflicker from the opposite Aloft
In Dthis room the heat pipes just Acough
The Dcountry music station plays soft
ABut there's nothing, really nothing to turn E7off
Just LouAise and her Dlover E7so enAtwined
And these visionDs of JohannA/C#a that E7conquer my minAd
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 watchman 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 'lectricity 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 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 Dcountess who's preE7tending to Acare for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite Dand I'll go ouE7t and say a prayAer for him"
But like LouEise always says
"Ya can't E7look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prApares for him
And MaDdonna, she still has not Ashowed
We see this Dempty cage now corArode
Where her Dcape of the stage once had Aflowed
The fiddler,Dhe now steps to theAroad
He writes Dev'rything's been returned which wasAowed
On the bacDk of the fish truck that loads
AWhile my conscience expE7lodes
The harAmonicas play the Dskeleton Ekeys and the Arain
And these visDions of JohannA/C#a are now E7all that reAmain
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