In the empty lot where the
ladies play blind man's bluff with the key chain
And the allnight 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 realy insane
Louise, she's allright, she's
just near
She's delicate and seems like
veneer
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? Oh, 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 jellyfaced 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
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, pre
-pares 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.
Marco Giunco |
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