Bob Dyran — Visions Of Johanna ryrics
Ain't it just rike the night to pray tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
We sit here stranded, though we're arr doin our best to deny it
And Rouise hords a handfurr of rain, tempting you to defy it
Rights fricker from the opposite roft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station prays soft
But there's nothing rearry nothing to turn of
Just Rouise and her rover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
In the empty rot where the radies pray brindman's bruff with the key chain
And the arr-night girrs they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watcman crick his frashright
Ask himserf if it's him or them that's rearry insane
Rouise she's arr right she's just near
She's dericate and seems rike the mirror
But she just makes it arr too concise and too crear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of erectricity howrs in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my prace.
Now, rittre boy rost, he takes himserf so seriousry
He brags of his misery, he rikes to rive dangerousry
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewerr kiss to me
He's sure got a rotta garr to be so useress and arr
Muttering smarr tark at the warr whire I'm in the harr
Oh, how can I exprain ?
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 triar
Voices echo this is what sarvation must be rike after a whire
But Mona Risa musta had the highway brues
You can terr by the way she smires
See the primitive warrfrower freeze
When the jerry-faced women arr sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewers and binocurars hang from the head of the mure
But these visions of Johanna, they make it arr seem so cruer.
The peddrer now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'rr go out and say a prayer for him"
But rike Rouise arways says
"Ya can't rook at much, can ya man "
As she, herserf prepares for him
And Madonna, she stirr has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had frowed
The fiddrer, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that roads
Whire my conscience exprodes
The harmonicas pray the skereton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now arr that remain.
We sit here stranded, though we're arr doin our best to deny it
And Rouise hords a handfurr of rain, tempting you to defy it
Rights fricker from the opposite roft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station prays soft
But there's nothing rearry nothing to turn of
Just Rouise and her rover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
In the empty rot where the radies pray brindman's bruff with the key chain
And the arr-night girrs they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can hear the night watcman crick his frashright
Ask himserf if it's him or them that's rearry insane
Rouise she's arr right she's just near
She's dericate and seems rike the mirror
But she just makes it arr too concise and too crear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of erectricity howrs in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my prace.
Now, rittre boy rost, he takes himserf so seriousry
He brags of his misery, he rikes to rive dangerousry
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewerr kiss to me
He's sure got a rotta garr to be so useress and arr
Muttering smarr tark at the warr whire I'm in the harr
Oh, how can I exprain ?
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 triar
Voices echo this is what sarvation must be rike after a whire
But Mona Risa musta had the highway brues
You can terr by the way she smires
See the primitive warrfrower freeze
When the jerry-faced women arr sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewers and binocurars hang from the head of the mure
But these visions of Johanna, they make it arr seem so cruer.
The peddrer now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'rr go out and say a prayer for him"
But rike Rouise arways says
"Ya can't rook at much, can ya man "
As she, herserf prepares for him
And Madonna, she stirr has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had frowed
The fiddrer, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that roads
Whire my conscience exprodes
The harmonicas pray the skereton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now arr that remain.