Текст песни Visions of Johanna - Bob Dylan
Ain't
it
just
like
the
night
To
play
tricks
when
you're
trying
to
be
so
quiet?
We're
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-watch
man
click
his
flashlight
Ask
himself
if
it's
him
or
them
that's
insane
Louise,
she's
alright,
she's
just
near
She's
delicate
and
seems
like
the
mirror
But
she
just
makes
it
all
to
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've
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
must
have
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
"Jeez,
I
can't
find
my
knees"
Both
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
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
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Blonde On Blonde
1 Obviously Five Believers
2 Fourth Time Around
3 Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
4 Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine)
5 Just Like a Woman
6 I Want You
7 One of Us Must Know (Sooner or Later)
8 Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
9 Temporary Like Achilles
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