Visions Of Johanna/Visions de Johanna Els miralls de Dylan

3.Visions Of Johanna ** SOL DO RE G.QUINTANA Nº 8 EN CATALÀ 7.BLONDE ON BLONDE RELEASED: 16TH MAY 1966

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 watcman click his flashlight

Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane

Louise she's all right 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 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's sure got a lotta 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 Mona Lisa musta 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"

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'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.

SOL DO RE DO RE SOL DO-SOL

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?

SOL DO RE DO RE SOL DO-SOL

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin our best to deny it

RE DO SOL

And Louise holds a handfull of rain, tempting you to defy it

DO SOL

Lights flicker from the opposite loft

DO SOL

In this room the heat pipes just cough

DO SOL

The country music station plays soft

DO SOL RE

But there's nothing really nothing to turn of

RE

Just Louise and her lover so entwined

DO SOL RE SOL DO-SOL

And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.

LLETRA

No hi ha res com la nit

Per parar-te paranys quan vols calma

Asseguts aquí,perduts

tot i fer el que podem per negar-ho

La Louise prem la pluja en un puny,

provocant els teus llavis

I a les golfes les llums tremolant

La calefacció tus a la cambra

L'emissora de country sonant

No hi ha res que estigui de més

Només la Louise i el seu amant que s'abracen

I les visions de Johanna omplint el meu cap

Al descampat on les dones

Juguen a fet i amagar els secrets

I les noies de nit sencera

remugant la fugida en el darrer tren

I sentim el revisor,encén la lot

I es pregunta qui és el més boig

La Louise està bé,es a prop

Delicada,s'assembla a un mirall

Però em fa veure massa clar i concís

Que Johanna no es aquí

Fantasmes d'electricitat

Udolen en les seves faccions

On les visions de Johanna han pres el meu lloc

Ara el noiet perdut s'ho pren tot massa a pit

Fardant de misèria,li agrada viure en perill

I quan em sent dir el nom d'ella

Em parla d'un bes d'adéu per mi

Ell té prou morro per no fotre ni brot

Murmurant-li paraules d'amor

mentre jo m'espero al cantó

Assegut al saló

Costa d'explicar

I encara més d'acceptar-ho

Les visions de Johanna

Em van desvetllar fins l'alba

A dins dels museus,

ens han processat l'infinit

Les veus repeteixen,

així és com deu ser el paradís

Però Mona Lisa,

pots veure pel seu somriure

Que té el mal del blues de l'autopista

Mira la flor glaçada en el mur

Dones greixoses fan esternuts

I un tio amb bigoti diu Jesús!

Jo m'assec,ja no puc

Mentre del cap dels ases

pengen binocles i joies

Però les visions de Johanna

Fan que tot sembli més cruel

El camell parla a la comtessa

Que fa veure que l'escolta

Diu,digue'm qui no es un paràsit

i et juro que resaré per ell

Però com sol dir la Louise

ja està tot vist amic

Mentre es prepara per seguir

La Madonna encara no es aquí

Veiem el buit i corcat camerí

On van voleiar un dia els seus vestits

El violí se'n va pel camí

Que tot ja està pagat,deixa escrit

Al darrere un camió ple de peix

Fa esclatar el meu conscient

Tocant les claus mestres

I la pluja amb les harmòniques

I les visions de Johanna,ho són tot,

no hi ha res més