"Visions Of Johanna" genre: Rock
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	CD: Bob Dylan/ Blond On Blond   Label: Columbia Records Credits: Written By Bob Dylan, Drum Machine Progaming, Guitars, Vocals and arrangement By Sal Aversano
	Lyrics Ain't it just like the night, to play tricks when you're trying to be soo quiet. We sit here stranded, but we're doing our best to defy it. Louise hold a hand full of rain tempting you to deny it. Lights flicker in 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 soo 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 whisper of escapades out on the D train. You can hear the night watchman click his flash light, n 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 veneer, and she makes it all too concise and roo cleare Johanna's not here. The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face, and these visions of Johanna have now taken my place Little bot lost he takes himeself 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, mutering small talk at the wall, while I'm in the hall. How can I explain, oh it's soo hard to get on, and these Visions of Johanna that 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 them highway blues you can tell by the way she smiles. See the primitive wall flowers freeze, when the jellyfaced woman all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say "Aw jeeze I can't find my knees" Jewls and binoculars hang from the head of the mule, And these visions of Johanna make it all seem soo cruel The peddler now speaks to the countess that's pretending to care for him. Saying "Name me some one who'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 herself prepares for them. Madonna thankfully has not shown, we see this empty cage now corrode, where the cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, writting down everything's been returned which was owed, on the back of the fish truck which loads, while my conscience explodes. The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain. And these visions of Johanna are now all the remain

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