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Visions of Johanna (Live at the Delta Center, Salt Lake City, UT 2/21/95) - Grateful Dead (感恩而死)
Ain't it just like the night play tricks
When you're trying to be so quiet
Sitting stranded though we're all doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
The country music station plays soft
There's nothing really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
These visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play
Badman's bluff with a key chain
And all-night girls 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 alright she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
She makes it all so concise and so clear that Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have taken my place
Little boy lost he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery he likes to live dangerously
Bringing her name up
Speaks of her farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lot of gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
I can explain
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna kept me up past dawn
Inside the museums
Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
The primitive wallflower freeze
The jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say jeez I can't find my knees
Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
Visions of Johanna make it all seem
Paddler now speaks
To the countess who's pretending to care for
Name me someone that's not a parasite
I'll go out and say a prayer for him
Like Louise always says you can't look at much can you man
As she herself prepares for him
And Madonna she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
He cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler now steps to the road
He writes everything's been returned which was owed
The back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
Oh the harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
These visions of Johanna are now all that remain
These visions of Johanna are now all that remain
