Lirik Lagu Visions of Johanna - Grateful Dead
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Ain't it just like the night to play trickswhen you're tryin' to be so 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 entwinedAnd these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
In the empty lot where the ladies playblindman'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,ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane.But Louise she's all right, she's just near,She's delicate and seems like the mirror,But she just makes it all too concise and too clearThat 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.
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 her farewell kiss to me.He's sure got a 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? It's so hard to get onAnd these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.
Inside the museums Infinity goes up on trialVoices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while.But even Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues,you can tell by the way she smilesSee 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 hag 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's pretending to care for him.Saying "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go outand say a prayer for him."But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much can ya man?"As she, herself, prepares for himAnd 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 ev'rything's been returned which was owedOn the back of the fish truck that loadsWhile my conscience explodes.The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rainAnd these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
In the empty lot where the ladies playblindman'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,ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane.But Louise she's all right, she's just near,She's delicate and seems like the mirror,But she just makes it all too concise and too clearThat 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.
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 her farewell kiss to me.He's sure got a 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? It's so hard to get onAnd these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.
Inside the museums Infinity goes up on trialVoices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while.But even Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues,you can tell by the way she smilesSee 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 hag 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's pretending to care for him.Saying "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go outand say a prayer for him."But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much can ya man?"As she, herself, prepares for himAnd 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 ev'rything's been returned which was owedOn the back of the fish truck that loadsWhile my conscience explodes.The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rainAnd these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
