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From: larpe@oden.nts.mh.se (Petter Larsson)

Visions of Johanna  -  Bob Dylan
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('Blonde on Blonde' album)


        A                           D                   E7              A
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
                                      D          E7          A
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
        E                                             A
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
         D                        A
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
    D                              A
In this room the heat pipes just cough
     D
The country music station plays soft
A                                            E7
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
         A          D     E7   A
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
                 D          A     E7              A       D  A
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.


             A                        D            E7             A
In the empty lot where the ladies play blind man's bluff with the key chain
                                D             E7                A
And the allnight girls, they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
        E
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
                                                A
 Ask himself if it's him or them that's realy insane
   D                                A
Louise, she's allright, she's just near
       D                         A
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
              D
But she just makes it all too concice and too clear
A                         E7
That Johanna's not here
    A                    D             E7          A
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
                   D          A         E7             A       D  A
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.


     A                      D             E7     A
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
                                D        E7         A
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
            E                                                 A
And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
      D               A
He's sure got a lotta gall
   D                 A
to be so useless and all
      D
Muttering small talk at the wall
A                  E7
  while I'm in the hall
        A              D        E7         A
How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on
                 D          A              E7               A       D  A
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.


   A               D          E7        A
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
                            D              E7               A
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
         E                                                            A
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles
         D                     A
See the primitive wallflower freeze
           D                    A
When the jellyfaced women all sneeze
         D                            A                            E7
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze, I can't find my knees"
     A                     D             E7          A
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
                   D          A         E7             A       D  A
But these visions of Johanna they make it all seem so cruel.


     A                          D                 E7        A
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him

Sayin' "Name me someone that's not a parasite
D               E7               A
 and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like Louise
E
 always says, "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, pre
A
-pares for him
      D                           A
And Madonna, she still has not showed
             D                  D
We see this empty cage now corrode
           D                           A
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
             D                    A
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
          D                                    A
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
           D                            A                       E7
On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes
        A                D       E            A
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
                 D          A        E7         A
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.

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Typed by  Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se