ear move in closer do you know why the album was called blonde on blonde..BOB Black Dylan - Visions of Johanna,SLOWED DOWN TO AVOID SO THE YT POLICE DONT DELETE IT FROM BLONDE ON BLONDE ANOTHER RUSE..,LYRICS; Aint it just like the night to play tricks when youre tryin to be so quiet ? We sit here stranded, though were all doin our best to deny it And Louise holds a handfull 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 theres nothing really nothing to turn of Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindmans bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train We can hear the night watcman click his flashlight Ask himself if its him or them thats really insane Louise shes all right shes just near Shes delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johannas 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 Hes sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while Im in the hall Oh, how can I explain ? Its 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 cant 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 countess whos pretending to care for him Saying, Name me someone thats not a parasite and Ill go out and say a prayer for him But like Louise always says Ya cant look at much, can ya 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 evrythings 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.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 11:36:36 +0000
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