Visions of Johanna - Bob Dylan (Lyrics - Letra)

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Song: Visions of Johanna (Take 5)
Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: Blonde on Blonde
Release Date: 1966

The visions of a past love that are constantly invading the present.

Lyrics:

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re trying to be quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ 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 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 asking himself if he is insane
Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s really insane
Louise, she’s all right, she’s just too near
Like silk and she seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all 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

Little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He boast of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up he speaks of her farewell kiss to me
Yes, he’s got a lotta gall
To be so useless and small
Muttering his small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it’s so hard to get on
And those 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
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the smile
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”
Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, make it all seem so cruel

The flidder now speaks to the princess who’s pretending to care for him
He says, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll say a prayer for him”
And like Louise always says
“Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?” As she prepares for him
Madonna, she still has not showed
And, we see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The peddler, he steps to the road

Everything’s gone which was owed
He examines the night and gains cold
Still rhythm on the fish truck that loads
My conscience explodes
The harmonicas play
The skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna
Are all that remain