Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Visions of Johanna, artist - Grateful Dead. Album song 30 Trips Around the Sun: The Definitive Live Story (1965-1995), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Record label: Grateful Dead
Song language: English
Visions of Johanna |
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 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 |
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 '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 a farewell kiss to me |
He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all |
Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall |
How can I explain? |
Oh, it’s 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 can’t 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’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 |