Song | Visions of Johanna |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Blonde On Blonde |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
[00:12.50] | Ain't it just like the night to play |
[00:16.35] | Tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet |
[00:23.03] | We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it |
[00:33.13] | And Louise holds here hand ful of rain, temptin' you to defy it |
[00:43.63] | Lights flicker from the opposite loft |
[00:48.63] | In this room the heat pipes just cough |
[00:54.13] | The country music station plays soft |
[00:58.08] | But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off |
[01:04.39] | Just Louise and her lover so entwined |
[01:14.65] | And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind |
[01:25.90] | |
[01:35.51] | In the empty lot where the ladies play |
[01:39.20] | Blindman's bluff with the key chain |
[01:45.70] | And the all-night girls |
[01:49.06] | They whisper of escapades out on the d train |
[01:56.31] | We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight |
[01:59.67] | Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane |
[02:06.55] | Louise, she's all right, she's just near |
[02:11.74] | She's delicate and seems like the mirror |
[02:17.11] | But she just makes it all too concise and too clear |
[02:21.07] | That Johanna's not here |
[02:27.19] | The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face |
[02:37.69] | Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place |
[02:48.32] | |
[02:58.32] | Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously |
[03:08.38] | He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously |
[03:18.63] | And when bringing her name up |
[03:21.76] | He speaks of a farewell kiss to me |
[03:28.94] | He's sure got a lotta gall - to be so useless and all |
[03:39.38] | Muttering small talk at the wall while i'm in the hall |
[03:49.44] | How can i explain |
[03:52.50] | It's so hard to get on |
[03:59.63] | And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn |
[04:10.32] | |
[04:20.32] | Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial |
[04:30.19] | Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while |
[04:40.32] | But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues |
[04:44.11] | You can tell by the way she smiles |
[04:50.43] | See the primitive wallflower freeze |
[04:55.87] | When the jelly-faced women all sneeze |
[05:00.86] | Hear the one with the mustache say, jeeze |
[05:04.93] | I can't find my knees - Oh, jewels and binoculars |
[05:14.24] | Hang from the head of the mule |
[05:21.24] | But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel |
[05:31.93] | |
[05:41.99] | The peddler now speaks to the countess |
[05:46.11] | Who's pretending to care for him |
[05:51.86] | Sayin', name me someone that's not a parasite |
[05:55.24] | And I'll go out and say a prayer for him |
[06:02.05] | But like Louise always says |
[06:04.80] | You can't look at much, can you man |
[06:07.08] | As she, herself, prepares for him |
[06:12.14] | And Madonna, she still has not showed |
[06:17.15] | We see this empty cage now corrode |
[06:22.33] | Where her cape of the stage once had flowed |
[06:26.83] | The fiddler, he now steps to the road |
[06:32.39] | He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed |
[06:37.02] | On the back of the fish truck that loads |
[06:41.20] | While my conscience explodes |
[06:47.39] | The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain |
[06:57.39] | And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain |
[07:08.21] |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
[00:12.50] | Ain' t it just like the night to play |
[00:16.35] | Tricks when you' re tryin' to be so quiet |
[00:23.03] | We sit here stranded, though we' re all doin' our best to deny it |
[00:33.13] | And Louise holds here hand ful of rain, temptin' you to defy it |
[00:43.63] | Lights flicker from the opposite loft |
[00:48.63] | In this room the heat pipes just cough |
[00:54.13] | The country music station plays soft |
[00:58.08] | But there' s nothing, really nothing to turn off |
[01:04.39] | Just Louise and her lover so entwined |
[01:14.65] | And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind |
[01:25.90] | |
[01:35.51] | In the empty lot where the ladies play |
[01:39.20] | Blindman' s bluff with the key chain |
[01:45.70] | And the allnight girls |
[01:49.06] | They whisper of escapades out on the d train |
[01:56.31] | We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight |
[01:59.67] | Ask himself if it' s him or them that' s really insane |
[02:06.55] | Louise, she' s all right, she' s just near |
[02:11.74] | She' s delicate and seems like the mirror |
[02:17.11] | But she just makes it all too concise and too clear |
[02:21.07] | That Johanna' s not here |
[02:27.19] | The ghost of ' lectricity howls in the bones of her face |
[02:37.69] | Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place |
[02:48.32] | |
[02:58.32] | Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously |
[03:08.38] | He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously |
[03:18.63] | And when bringing her name up |
[03:21.76] | He speaks of a farewell kiss to me |
[03:28.94] | He' s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all |
[03:39.38] | Muttering small talk at the wall while i' m in the hall |
[03:49.44] | How can i explain |
[03:52.50] | It' s so hard to get on |
[03:59.63] | And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn |
[04:10.32] | |
[04:20.32] | Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial |
[04:30.19] | Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while |
[04:40.32] | But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues |
[04:44.11] | You can tell by the way she smiles |
[04:50.43] | See the primitive wallflower freeze |
[04:55.87] | When the jellyfaced women all sneeze |
[05:00.86] | Hear the one with the mustache say, jeeze |
[05:04.93] | I can' t find my knees Oh, jewels and binoculars |
[05:14.24] | Hang from the head of the mule |
[05:21.24] | But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel |
[05:31.93] | |
[05:41.99] | The peddler now speaks to the countess |
[05:46.11] | Who' s pretending to care for him |
[05:51.86] | Sayin', name me someone that' s not a parasite |
[05:55.24] | And I' ll go out and say a prayer for him |
[06:02.05] | But like Louise always says |
[06:04.80] | You can' t look at much, can you man |
[06:07.08] | As she, herself, prepares for him |
[06:12.14] | And Madonna, she still has not showed |
[06:17.15] | We see this empty cage now corrode |
[06:22.33] | Where her cape of the stage once had flowed |
[06:26.83] | The fiddler, he now steps to the road |
[06:32.39] | He writes ev' rything' s been returned which was owed |
[06:37.02] | On the back of the fish truck that loads |
[06:41.20] | While my conscience explodes |
[06:47.39] | The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain |
[06:57.39] | And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain |
[07:08.21] |