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Lyrics
ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be soo quiet.
we sit her stranded thought we're doing our best to deny it.
Louise holds a hand fun of rain tempting you to defy it.
lights flicker in the oposite loft, in this room the heat pipes just cough.
The country music station plays soft, but theres nothing reall nothing to turn off.
Just louise and her lover so entwined.
And these visions of johanna that now conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blind mans bluff with the key chain.
And the all night girls whisper of escapade out on the D train.
You can hear the night watchman click his flash light and ask himself if it's really him or them that's really insane.
Louise she's alright she's just near, she delicate and seems like vanier.
But she makes it all too conscise and too clear Johanna's not here.
The ghost of electrisity howls in the bones of her face, and these visions of johanna have now taken my place
Little boy lost he takes himself soo seriously, he brags about his misery, he likes to live dangerously.
And when bringing her name up he speaks of a fairwell kiss to me.
Well he's sure got a lot of gaul, to be soo useless and all, muttering small talk at the wall, while I'm in the hall.
How can I explaine oh it's soo hard to get on,
and these visions of johanna 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.
The Mona Lisa must have had those highway blues, you can tell by the way she smiles.
See The primative wall flowers freeze, when the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache aw jeeze I can't find my knees.
Jewles and binoculars hang off the head of the mule, and these visions of johanna make it all seem soo cruel
The pedlar now speaks to the countess that's pretending to care for him.
Saying name me some one that's not a parasite, and I'll go on out and say a prayer for them.
but like Louise always says you can't look at much can you man, and she her self prepairs for them.
Madonna thankfully has not shone, we see this empty cage now corrode.
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road.
writting down everythings been returned which was owed, on the back of the fish truck that loads, as my conscince explodes.
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain.
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be soo quiet
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