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SONGTEXTE NACH INTERPRET
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visions of johanna
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 <pun with frieze intended>
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
<harmonica fade out, good throughout>