Bob Dylan - Visions of Johanna (Oslo 2002)

From Oslo, Norway, 4/7/2002
Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
Charlie Sexton (guitar)
Larry Campbell (guitar, mandolin, pedal steel guitar & electric slide guitar)
Tony Garnier (bass)
George Recile (drums & percussion)

[@edicamon8486]

The beauty of this song is only comparable to the beauty of my granddaughter Joana. Thanks for sharing GS.

[@volache]

Thank you for your desire to share your bliss love

[@volache]

One day maybe I ll try to say what this song means to me since i first heard it and listened to it as i was a fifteen year old ! O Bob Thanks for all

[@rddavies]

I'm in love with this version!

[@kevindrago2701]

Outstanding audio thanks!

[@100Equipoise]

... such sparkling sound and crisp vocals; visions here so fresh and alive ... Thanks!

[@targarosko]

wonderful gift again ..... great thanks to you good evenng Georga ♥♥♥

[@thomasmuscheck7208]

Three acoustic guitars. It really is brilliant.. this period of Bob's "in the middle" playing.. is ending. And we are hearing it. This "version" disappears forever. What sound.

[@rachelee73]

Sweet upload this visions is smooth over rough seas very healing and wise. Ta GS still need to catch up on your last upload, will this week 🌈☕💫

[@dylang.1822]

Meraviglioso Bob

[@karmenjazbec7743]

YEAH BOB HONEY YOU ARE THE BEST

[@wesleybrown23]

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 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? 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, "Jeez, 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

[@slyeung6562]

Beautiful !

[@marakaretsos5204]

🎼⭐️⭐️⭐️

[@mariadaconceicao9451]

Meu amor canta pra mim.

[@germcgrath7]

The vocal line melody is not there any more though. Chris Smither version is outstanding.

[@mario7frankielee]

try harder to convince me🙈

[@guymichel101]

Ridiculous vocals. Sorry, but if I didn't know who this was I wouldn't like it. I'd think, "Who is this presumptuous dweek w/sardines in his mouth? If he's tryin to be Bob Dylan he's got another vocal lesson, no, ten of em coming." Good arrangement, though, on a terrific song.

[@targarosko]

eat your sardines !!!!!!!!🤐🤐🤐

[@mario7frankielee]

to each his own🙈

[@carlosbockor5798]

247 / 5,000 Resultados de traducción Traducción You will never understand Dylan's voice. It does not have, with respect, I say, the sensitivity of the soul. To understand Dylan you have to let your heart go... and nothing he sings or how he sings is ridiculous. At your own you can stay as such.