Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?
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We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
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And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
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Lights flicker from the opposite loft
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In this room the heat pipes just cough
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The country music station plays soft
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But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
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Just Louise and her lover so entwined
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And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
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Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
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Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
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But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
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You can tell by the way she smiles
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See the primitive wallflower freeze
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When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
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Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
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I can't find my knees"
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Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
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But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.
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The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
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Sayin', "Name me someone who's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
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But like Louise always says
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"Ya can't look at much, can ya man ?"
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As she, herself, prepares for him
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And Madonna, she still hasn't showed
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We see the empty cage now corrode
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Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
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The fiddler, he now steps on the road
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He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
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On the back of the fish trucks that load
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While my conscience explodes
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The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
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And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
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Visions of Johanna
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| Marianne Faithfull |
