Visions of Johanna

Visions of Johanna – Portsmouth UK, Summer 2000 –
The Never-Ending Tour –


Visions of Johanna –
words and music by Bob Dylan –

Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when
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 entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty loft 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
Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s really insane
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 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

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 can’t find my knees”
How can I explain?
Oh, it’s so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

The peddler now speaks to the countess
who’s pretending to care for him
Sayin’, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him”
But like Louise always says “Ya can’t 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 ev’rything’s 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.


20 thoughts on “Visions of Johanna”

  1. Che bella versione!! fantastica music!! Adoro ! Trovo bellissimo ascoltare Dylan !.) Incredibile sorprendente Dylan!! ,dalle mille versioni,voci !Va oltre!!) talmente espressiva in ogni sua parola! Che dice! Tocca, incanta ! ti arriva dritto , ) la music è sempre stata la mia più grande passione! ( ascolto molti altri artisti a partire da: Elton John , Bob Marley ,Van Morrison Ecc). Ma alla fine poi ritorno sempre ad ascoltare Bob!! Instancabilmente!! Magic , mi rilassa mi da molto ! L emozione che si prova in ognuno di noi e inspiegabile !e dentro di noi e ‘personale) non smetto mai di ascoltare bob! ( In ogni sua canzone ! Non c e che lui , la sua voce!) sei veramente unico!! Grazie !!Sublime ?!! Love you ❤️❤️❤️


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