B. DYLAN --- VISIONS OF JOHANNA --- lyrics

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 doing our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting 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 electricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place. 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 frieze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees." Oh, how can I explain ? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn. The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Saying, "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 everything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes No one and nothing is the same And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.

B. Dylan

"Killing Floor (1964 Single)" - Howlin' Wolf

TRAVELS, COMMUNION IN THE MIND

I remember a Chinese shop on the Main               Street 
Of St. Ann's Bay,
 The various scents there, 
And shoppers on the make;

I remember Varanasi
With narrow streets and quads
And a place that sold ink drawings
Of Arhats, Buddhas and saints

I remember what you told me
As we walked between the walls
You pointed at the endless horizon
And taught how walls must fall

Beyond the deep horizon
In a city by the sea
We sat at the circle's centre
And spoke of a man of peace.


(C)2019 by W.G. Milne

I HAVE HEARD THE ANGELS SINGING 3, plus poem.

I remember a Chinese shop on the Main               Street 
Of St. Ann's Bay,
 The various scents there, 
And shoppers on the make;

I remember Varanasi
With narrow streets and quads
And a place that sold ink drawings
Of Arhats, Buddhas and saints

I remember what you told me
As we walked between the walls
You pointed at the endless horizon
And taught how walls must fall

Beyond the deep horizon
In a city by the sea
We sat at the circle's centre
And spoke of a man of peace.

AS I LOOK BACK NOW (C)2017 by W.G, Milne

There's a story about this song, a good one, but I'll tell you guys later.

GOT ME A SOCIAL WORKER 2

The scenario where the story of this song occurs is a locked forensic unit of a hospital attached to a large university. Four of us are sitting in the hall, watching the nurses walk up and down. Three of us had been given a shot of Haldol in the ass. They could hardly move, but they could stare. I was less medicated, but stoned enough that I couldn't really walk. I stumbled along. When a particularly attractive nurse passed, I noticed that my bench mates were drooling. I tried to walk after one woman, but I couldn't catch her. "GOT ME A SOCIAL WORKER"