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Τετάρτη 15 Ιανουαρίου 2025

Bob Dylan - Visions of Johanna (Official Audio)

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 itAnd Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy itLights flicker from the opposite loftIn this room the heat pipes just coughThe country music station plays softBut there's nothing, really nothing to turn offJust Louise and her lover so entwinedAnd these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chainAnd the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" trainWe can hear the night watchman click his flashlightAsk himself if it's him or them that's insaneLouise, she's all right, she's just nearShe's delicate and seems like the mirrorBut she just makes it all too concise and too clearThat Johanna's not hereThe ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her faceWhere these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriouslyHe brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerouslyAnd when bringing her name upHe speaks of a farewell kiss to meHe's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and allMuttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hallHow can I explain?It's so hard to get onAnd these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trialVoices echo this is what salvation must be like after a whileBut Mona Lisa musta had the highway bluesYou can tell by the way she smilesSee the primitive wallflower freezeWhen the jelly-faced women all sneezeHear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the muleBut these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for himSayin', "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 himAnd Madonna, she still has not showedWe see this empty cage now corrodeWhere her cape of the stage once had flowedThe fiddler, he now steps to the roadHe writes ev'rything's been returned which was owedOn the back of the fish truck that loadsWhile my conscience explodesThe harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rainAnd these visions of Johanna are now all that remain



Lyrical Review of Bob Dylan's "Visions Of Johanna"


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 itAnd Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy itLights flicker from the opposite loftIn this room the heat pipes just coughThe country music station plays softBut there's nothing, really nothing to turn offJust Louise and her lover so entwinedAnd these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chainAnd the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" trainWe can hear the night watchman click his flashlightAsk himself if it's him or them that's insaneLouise, she's all right, she's just nearShe's delicate and seems like the mirrorBut she just makes it all too concise and too clearThat Johanna's not hereThe ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her faceWhere these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriouslyHe brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerouslyAnd when bringing her name upHe speaks of a farewell kiss to meHe's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and allMuttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hallHow can I explain?It's so hard to get onAnd these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trialVoices echo this is what salvation must be like after a whileBut Mona Lisa musta had the highway bluesYou can tell by the way she smilesSee the primitive wallflower freezeWhen the jelly-faced women all sneezeHear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the muleBut these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for himSayin', "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 himAnd Madonna, she still has not showedWe see this empty cage now corrodeWhere her cape of the stage once had flowedThe fiddler, he now steps to the roadHe writes ev'rything's been returned which was owedOn the back of the fish truck that loadsWhile my conscience explodesThe harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rainAnd these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

Bob Dylan - To Fall In Love With You

Bob Dylan // North Country Blues (Newport Folk Festival 1963)


Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a taleOf when the red iron pits ran a-plentyBut the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the benchesTell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town my own children are grownBut I was raised on the otherIn the wee hours of youth my mother took sickAnd I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the doorThe drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming'Till one day my brother failed to come homeThe same as my father before him
Well, a long winter's wait from the window I watchedMy friends they couldn't have been kinderAnd my schooling was cut as I quit in the springTo marry John Thomas, a miner
Oh, the years passed again, and the giving was goodWith the lunch bucket filled every seasonWhat with three babies born, the work was cut downTo a half a day's shift with no reason
Then the shaft was soon shut, and more work was cutAnd the fire in the air, it felt frozen'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one weekThat number eleven was closing
They complained in the East, they are paying too highThey say that your ore ain't worth diggingThat it's much cheaper down in the South American townsWhere the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rottedAnd the room smelled heavy from drinkingWhere the sad, silent song made the hour twice as longAs I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window as he talked to himselfThis silence of tongues it was building'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bareAnd I was left alone with three children
The summer is gone, the ground's turning coldThe stores one by one they're all foldingMy children will go as soon as they growWell, there ain't nothing here now to hold them

Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust

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Well, I'll be damnedHere comes your ghost againBut that's not unusualIt's just that the moon is fullAnd you happened to callAnd here I sitHand on the telephoneHearing a voice I'd knownA couple of light years agoHeading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyesWere bluer than robin's eggsMy poetry was lousy you saidWhere are you calling from?A booth in the midwestTen years agoI bought you some cufflinksYou brought me somethingWe both know what memories can bringThey bring diamonds and rust
Well, you burst on the sceneAlready a legendThe unwashed phenomenonThe original vagabondYou strayed into my armsAnd there you stayedTemporarily lost at seaThe Madonna was yours for freeYes, the girl on the half-shellCould keep you unharmed
Now I see you standingWith brown leaves falling all aroundAnd snow in your hairNow you're smiling out the windowOf that crummy hotelOver Washington SquareOur breath comes out white cloudsMingles and hangs in the airSpeaking strictly for meWe both could have died then and there
Now you're telling meYou're not nostalgicThen give me another word for itYou who are so good with wordsAnd at keeping things vague'Cause I need some of that vagueness nowIt's all come back too clearlyYes, I loved you dearlyAnd if you're offering me diamonds and rustI've already paid

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