VISIONS OF JOHANNA

2006-12-06T09:24:00.000+01:00

Ecco il meraviglioso testo di quella che minaccia di essere la mia canzone preferita di Bob Dylan, VISIONS OF JOHANNA...
Un viaggio stupendo e indimenticabile...

Compariva su BLONDE ON BLONDE, 1966, il Capolavoro di Bob Dylan; il punto più alto della sua carriera. Subito dopo sarebbe arrivato il contestatissimo tour mondiale che terminò bruscamente con un incidente motociclistico quasi mortale per Bob e in conseguenza del quale egli cambiò bruscamente atteggiamento, "frenando" un po' i suoi eccessi.

Curiosità:

- Era l'album preferito di Jimi Hendrix, fan sfegatato di Bob;
- E' il primo album doppio della storia;
- E' il primo concept album (album con un filo conduttore ben definito che va dalla prima all'ultima canzone invece che semplice raccolta di singole canzoni inedite) della storia;
- L'ultimo lato lato dell'album (lato D, ovvero lato B del vinile n° 2) è occupato da 1 sola canzone, la lunghissima/bellissima Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands!

Ma ora basta parlare...
BUON VIAGGIO!!!

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 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 really 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?
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 jelly-faced 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, 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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2006-12-06T09:18:00.000+01:00

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A DYLAN

2006-12-05T21:28:00.000+01:00

Bob, poeta
da sempre senza meta

eclettico paranoico
scettico stoico

alla tragedia sorridi
alla pace ci sfidi

il tuo funerale
sarà un allegro carnevale

dei bugiardi sei'l signore
'che ostenti buon umore
ma ti nutri di dolore

hai saputo bene
descriver le pene
di chi sa che la cultura
non protegge il cervello
come fan le mura
con il castello

IN MUSIC WE TRUST !!!

2006-12-05T21:22:00.000+01:00

YEAH!

Prepare to sink into the sea of Music!

Preparatevi a sguazzare nel mare della Musica!

Preparez vous a plonger dans la mer de la Musique!

In Music We Trust !

VISIONS OF JOHANNA

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A DYLAN

IN MUSIC WE TRUST !!!