Visions Of Johanna

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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 
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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 
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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 
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We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight 
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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 
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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 
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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 
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always says, "Ya can‘t look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, pre 
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-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.