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Artist:Grateful Dead
Taken from the album Miscellaneous by Grateful Dead
Album:Miscellaneous
Track:Visions of Johanna
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics: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.
But Louise she's alright, 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 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 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 even Mona Lisa must have 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."
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 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
 
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