Visions of Johanna
Bob Dylan 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
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 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 '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 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
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, "Jeez, 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
Sayin', "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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Written by: BOB DYLAN
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"Visions of Johanna" is a song by Bob Dylan from the 1966 album Blonde on Blonde. Considered among Dylan's greatest works, Dylan referred to it as his favorite song on the album which captured that "thin, wild mercury sound". [2] The song is ranked #404 on the Rolling Stone magazine's list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.
There have been a number of speculations about the meaning of the song of which none have been supported by statements made by Dylan. Read Full Bio"Visions of Johanna" is a song by Bob Dylan from the 1966 album Blonde on Blonde. Considered among Dylan's greatest works, Dylan referred to it as his favorite song on the album which captured that "thin, wild mercury sound". [2] The song is ranked #404 on the Rolling Stone magazine's list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.
There have been a number of speculations about the meaning of the song of which none have been supported by statements made by Dylan. Commenting on this song, Marqusee characterises it (p. 196) as 'Dylan's definitive treatment of "strandedness"', and notes that 'in contrast to most of the material in "Blonde on Blonde", he brought it to the studio as a finished composition'. He later comments 'In VoJ Dylan is stranded between extremes - total freedom and abject slavery.'
Others have subjected the words to poetic 'close reading' and have found in it a wealth of allusion, for example, to William Blake; thus Thakkar [3] says 'My claims will be these: Louise represents the earthly, the prosaic, the finite; and Johanna represents the pure, the poetic, the infinite'.
The song was originally titled "Seems Like a Freeze Out"; studio recordings from Blonde on Blonde's' early New York sessions, released on bootleg, have a much faster tempo (more similar to Most Likely You'll Go Your Way And I'll Go Mine) and, in the fifth verse, contain the additional line, "He examines the nightingale's code". Two slower versions were recorded in New York, one with a march-like tempo (which was released on the No Direction Home soundtrack), and another with a more conventional rock tempo, closer to the album version recorded in Nashville.
Two live versions of the song recorded during Dylan's 1966 tour of England have been released. One version appeared on Biograph, released in 1985. A second version was recorded at the Manchester Free Trade Hall concert, released as the fourth volume of the Bootleg Series, which was titled The "Royal Albert Hall" Concert as a jab at bootleggers who had erroneously referred to the Manchester concert as such for years prior. Many critics and fans have come to regard these stark, evocative live recordings as superior to the album version.
In Perth, during the Australia tour of 1966, Dylan treated the audience to an otherwise unknown verse of "Visions of Johanna". This verse introduces two new characters, Amelia, who describes Australia as "God's favourite failure", and "A Maya with gloves", who talks about love and chocolate. There is no indication that Dylan has performed this verse on any other occasion.[1]
1- Lyrics from the Australian performance
Amelia, when asked "Was it awesome, your stay in Australia?"
Said, "Sort of, but short, this land must be God's favourite failure
I left after finding out that even here, even here there is daily a
Dawn, I could just as well choose
Vancouver or the Ivory Coast"
I said "Yes, but in places like those
There are no kangaroos."
A Maya with gloves, once said "Love is like cacao beans"
Well, these visions of Johanna are the darkest pralines.
There have been a number of speculations about the meaning of the song of which none have been supported by statements made by Dylan. Read Full Bio"Visions of Johanna" is a song by Bob Dylan from the 1966 album Blonde on Blonde. Considered among Dylan's greatest works, Dylan referred to it as his favorite song on the album which captured that "thin, wild mercury sound". [2] The song is ranked #404 on the Rolling Stone magazine's list of The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.
There have been a number of speculations about the meaning of the song of which none have been supported by statements made by Dylan. Commenting on this song, Marqusee characterises it (p. 196) as 'Dylan's definitive treatment of "strandedness"', and notes that 'in contrast to most of the material in "Blonde on Blonde", he brought it to the studio as a finished composition'. He later comments 'In VoJ Dylan is stranded between extremes - total freedom and abject slavery.'
Others have subjected the words to poetic 'close reading' and have found in it a wealth of allusion, for example, to William Blake; thus Thakkar [3] says 'My claims will be these: Louise represents the earthly, the prosaic, the finite; and Johanna represents the pure, the poetic, the infinite'.
The song was originally titled "Seems Like a Freeze Out"; studio recordings from Blonde on Blonde's' early New York sessions, released on bootleg, have a much faster tempo (more similar to Most Likely You'll Go Your Way And I'll Go Mine) and, in the fifth verse, contain the additional line, "He examines the nightingale's code". Two slower versions were recorded in New York, one with a march-like tempo (which was released on the No Direction Home soundtrack), and another with a more conventional rock tempo, closer to the album version recorded in Nashville.
Two live versions of the song recorded during Dylan's 1966 tour of England have been released. One version appeared on Biograph, released in 1985. A second version was recorded at the Manchester Free Trade Hall concert, released as the fourth volume of the Bootleg Series, which was titled The "Royal Albert Hall" Concert as a jab at bootleggers who had erroneously referred to the Manchester concert as such for years prior. Many critics and fans have come to regard these stark, evocative live recordings as superior to the album version.
In Perth, during the Australia tour of 1966, Dylan treated the audience to an otherwise unknown verse of "Visions of Johanna". This verse introduces two new characters, Amelia, who describes Australia as "God's favourite failure", and "A Maya with gloves", who talks about love and chocolate. There is no indication that Dylan has performed this verse on any other occasion.[1]
1- Lyrics from the Australian performance
Amelia, when asked "Was it awesome, your stay in Australia?"
Said, "Sort of, but short, this land must be God's favourite failure
I left after finding out that even here, even here there is daily a
Dawn, I could just as well choose
Vancouver or the Ivory Coast"
I said "Yes, but in places like those
There are no kangaroos."
A Maya with gloves, once said "Love is like cacao beans"
Well, these visions of Johanna are the darkest pralines.
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James Stevenson
Full 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 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 '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 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
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, "Jeez, 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
Sayin', "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
Pepote Coll
visiones de johana
¿No es como la noche para jugar trucos cuando estás tratando de estar tan callado?
Nos sentamos aquí varados, aunque todos estamos haciendo todo lo posible para negarlo.
Y Louise sostiene un puñado de lluvia, tentándote a desafiarlo
Las luces parpadean desde el desván opuesto
En esta habitación, las tuberías de calor solo tosen
La estación de música country suena suave
Pero no hay nada, realmente nada que apagar
Solo Louise y su amante tan entrelazados
Y estas visiones de Johanna que conquistan mi mente
En el lote baldío donde las damas juegan al farol del ciego con el llavero
Y las chicas de toda la noche susurran sobre escapadas en el tren "D"
Podemos escuchar al vigilante nocturno encender su linterna
Preguntarse si es él o ellos los que están locos
Louise, ella está bien, solo está cerca
Ella es delicada y parece el espejo.
Pero ella lo hace todo demasiado conciso y demasiado claro.
Que Johanna no está aquí
El fantasma de la 'electricidad aúlla en los huesos de su rostro
Donde estas visiones de Johanna ahora han tomado mi lugar
Ahora, niño perdido, se toma a sí mismo tan en serio
Se jacta de su miseria, le gusta vivir peligrosamente
Y al mencionar su nombre
Me habla de un beso de despedida
Seguro que tiene mucho descaro para ser tan inútil y todo eso.
Murmurando una pequeña charla en la pared mientras estoy en el pasillo
¿Como puedo explicar?
es tan dificil seguir adelante
Y estas visiones de Johanna, me mantuvieron despierto más allá del amanecer
Dentro de los museos, el infinito sube a prueba
Las voces hacen eco así es como debe ser la salvación después de un tiempo
Pero Mona Lisa debe haber tenido la melancolía de la carretera
Se nota por la forma en que sonríe
Ver la congelación primitivo alhelí
Cuando todas las mujeres con cara de gelatina estornudan
Escuche al del bigote decir: "Por Dios, no puedo encontrar mis rodillas"
Oh, joyas y binoculares cuelgan de la cabeza de la mula
Pero estas visiones de Johanna, hacen que todo parezca tan cruel
El vendedor ambulante ahora habla con la condesa que finge cuidarlo.
Diciendo, "Dígame alguien que no sea un parásito y saldré y rezaré por él"
Pero como Louise siempre dice
"No puedes mirar mucho, ¿verdad, hombre?"
Mientras ella misma se prepara para él
Y Madonna, todavía no ha aparecido
Vemos esta jaula vacía ahora corroerse
Donde su capa del escenario una vez fluyó
El violinista, ahora camina hacia la carretera.
Escribe que se ha devuelto todo lo que se debía
En la parte trasera del camión de pescado que carga
Mientras mi conciencia explota
Las armónicas tocan las llaves maestras y la lluvia
Y estas visiones de Johanna son ahora todo lo que queda
1
David Teplinsky
To me Dylan's use of the word "ghost" was essential to my interpretation of that line. By the way, that was the first line to jump out at me the very first time I heard the song. I was doing the exercise I imagine some of us do while purposely listening to a song, the exercise of tuning out the world and picking a spot to stare at, or even closing our eyes, until a line comes through and hits you, or nothing. If it does, you grab a hold on tight and go for a ride. Much like a tourist visiting San Francisco narrows their eyes as the cable car approaches and they look for that one pole that will most swiftly help them swish up onto the moving vehicle, and away they go.
Digression notwithstanding though, jeepers. So, think of how 'lectricity, more specifically the electro-chemical event can shape a face in the moment. I'm often deeply mesmerized by the way Light reflects off the curves of the face of my love. Emotions explode, thoughts too, such as "so beautiful", "sexy!", "so damn adorable and cute", "lucky to witness this again and again, grateful down to my bones every single time." And that's just her smile. Every expression on her face created by the different combinations of 'lectricity sends me in a unique way.
Now these things occur in the moment. A smile, a frown, a grimace, a glare, a silly face. But after many many occurrences, after a couple decades, the face begins to look like it's been doing a long- term audit of sorts, like skin cells on your cheeks that have been keeping tabs on UV rays. Which expression have we performed more than the others, way more? Lines. Lines and folds. They begin to tell a powerful story.
The changes in her face is what I think Dylan is referring to here when he says the "ghost of 'lectricity". Or perhaps the current facial expression together with the "backstory".
That was my first thought anyway. Take it for what it's worth, throw it out, do what thou wilt.
capitaldescent
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 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 '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 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
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, "Jeez, 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
Sayin', "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
lovegeorge&bob4ever
Mi selección de canciones del MAESTRO. ¡¡¡FELICIDADES BOB, 80 AÑOS!!!! My soulmate and life companion. Juntos siempre, desde mis 13... ¡¡Te quiero!!❤️❤️❤️🌹🌹🌹🎼🎼🎼
DYLAN TOP SONGS (CASI IMPOSIBLE SELECCIÓN, PORQUE HAY CIENTOS DE CANCIONES MARAVILLOSAS)
- Like A Rolling Stone
- the Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
- With God On Our Side
- It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Sighing)
- Positively 4th Street
- A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall
- Desolation Row
- Love Minus Zero/No Limits
- Motorpsycho Nightmare
- It Ain t Me, Babe
- My Back Pages
- Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
- Queen Jane Approximately
- Where Are You Tonight
- Percy's Song
- Highway 61 Revisited
- Visions Of Johanna
- Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands
- Just Like a Woman
- Forever Young
- Changing On The Guards
- When The Night Comes Falling From The Sky
- Every Grain Of Sand
- It Takes a Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
-Mother Of Muses
-Key West (Philosopher Pirate)
Johanna Schmidt
My parents named me after this song in 1974. I wish I could thank you. I love my name and it makes me very proud to be named after such a beautiful song.
bradley barnett
That is the best thing I've ever read in a Utyoub comment section ever.
Love that you love it.
James Orr
very cool that you cherish it
Dennis Cannon
@John Byron q
Johanna
I was born in 1980, and my dad (god rest his soul) also named me after this song. I to feel very proud to be named after such a beautiful song
Willie McBride
Johanna ist ein sehr schöner Name. Sei Deinen Eltern für immer dankbar!
Jack Wright
This song is completely insane. No one ever wrote in parallel with Dylan. A gift to us all poetically.
Thomas J
Lou reed
kelvinkloud
@Driecnk ?.... elaborate... its hard to read just a ques ?
kelvinkloud
@Daniel Bonarrigo was he playing dylan catchup?