B.dylan, Circa.1966 Aint It Just Like The Night To Play Tricks When You"re Tryin Ta Be So Quiet We're All Set Here Stranded - Tho' We're All Doin Our Best To Deny It. And Louise Holds Her Hands Full Of Rain, Tempting You To Defy It. Lights Flicker From The Opposite Loft In This Room The Heatpipes 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 Keychain And The All-night Girls, They Whisper Escapades Out On The D-train You Can Hear The Nightwatchman Click His Flashlight, Ask Himself If Its Him Or Them That's Insane And Louise - She's Alright, She's Just Near She's Delicate And Seems Like Veneer But She Just Makes It All So Concise And So 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 Sure Gotta 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, Its So Hard To Get On And These Visions Of Johanna Have 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 Little While" But Mona Lisa Musta Had The Highway Blues You Can Tell By Way She Smiles See The Primitive Wallflower Freeze When The Jelly-faced Women All Sneeze Hear The One With The Mustache Say "jeez, 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 Who Is Pretending To Care For Him Saying "name Me Someone Who's Not A Parasite, And I'll Go Out And Say A Prayer For Him" But Like Louise Always Says "you Cant Look At Much? Can You, Man" As She, Herself, Prepares For Him And Madonna, She Still Hasnt Showed We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode Where The Cape Of The Stage Once It Flowed. The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road He Writes "everything's Been Returned That Was Old" On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads While My Conscience Explodes The Harmonicas Play The Skeleton Keys In The Rain And These Visions Of Johanna Are Now All That Remain
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