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Visions Of Johanna 1 (Seems Like A Freeze Out) Bob Dylan © 1966 Dwarf Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

14 Feb 1966 BLONDE ON BLONDE 13 Apr 1966 HAPPY DYLENNIUM (T-686) 19 Apr 1966 BOB DYLAN'S DREAM Vol. 1 (T-118) 5 May 1966 DUBLIN MAY 5 1966 (T-119) ACOUSTIC SET N.Y.C. 1963 (T-109) BLACK NITE CRASH (vinyl bootleg) 6 May 1966 LIVE 1962-1966 Rare Performances From The Copyright Collections 15 May 1966 LEICESTER '66 (T-299) 16 May 1966 GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3 The Third One Now (T-636) 17 May 1966 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 4 BOB DYLAN LIVE 1966 GUITARS KISSING & THE CONTEMPORARY FIX (T-024) MANCHESTER PRAYER (T-120) 26 May 1966 BIOGRAPH

Blonde on Blonde session 6, Columbia Music Row Studios, Nashville TN - 14.feb.1966, take 4, album version Live, Stadium, Sydney AUS - 13.apr.1966 Live, Festival hall, Melbourne AUS - 19.apr.1966 Live, ABC Theatre, Belfast UK - 6.may.1966 Live, Adelphi Theatre, Dublin IRL - 5.may.1966 Live, De Montfort Hall, Leicester UK - 15.may.1966 Live, Odeon Theatre, Sheffield UK - 15.may.1966 Live, Free Trade Hall, Manchester UK - 17.may.1966 Live, Royal Albert Hall, London UK - 26.may.1966 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 An' these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain An' 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 And Louise she's alright, 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 An' when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lot of gall to be so useless an' all Muttering small talk at the wall while i'm in the hall Oh how can i explain, it's so hard to get on An' 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 And 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 pretendin' to care for him Sayin', ''Name me someone who's not a parasite an' i'll go out and say a prayer for him'' But like Louise always says ''You can't look at much? Can you, man'' As she herself prepares for him An' 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 Where 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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Visions Of Johanna 2

30 Nov 1965 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition) #2 30 Nov 1965 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition)

Blonde on Blonde session 2, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 30.oct.1965, take 1 Blonde on Blonde session 2, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 30.oct.1965, take 5 Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds her handful of rain temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes they cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined An' these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain An' the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Askin' himself if he's insane Louise she's alright, she's just too near Like silk, she seems like the mirror But he just makes it all too clear That Johanna's not here. Oh, this ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place. Little boy lost he takes himself so seriously He boasts of his misery, he likes to live so dangerously An' while bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me Yes he's got a lot of gall, to be so useless an' small Mutterin' his small talk at the wall while i'm in the hall. How can i explain, oh it's so hard to get on An' those visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn. Inside the museums infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation's like after a while Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell that by her smile 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'' Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna make it all seem so cruel. The fiddler now speaks to the princess who's pretendin' to care for him He says ''Name me someone that's not a parasite an' i'll say a prayer for him'' And like Louise always says ''You can't look at much? Can you, man'' As she herself prepares for him. Madonna she still has not showed An' we see the empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The peddler he steps to the road Everything's gone which was owed He examines the nightingale's code Still written on the fish truck that loads My conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are all that remain.

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Visions Of Johanna 3

30 Nov 1965 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition) #3 THE LONESOME SPARROW SINGS #2 (T-349) THIN WILD MERCURY MUSIC #2 (T-350)

Blonde on Blonde session 2, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 30.oct.1965, take 7 Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be quiet? We sit here stranded, we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds her handful of rain temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes they just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined An' these visions of Johanna they conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain An' the all-night girls whisper of escapades out on the D train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Askin' himself if he's really insane Louise she's alright, she's just too near Like silk, she seems like the mirror She just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here Oh, this ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place. The little boy lost he takes himself so seriously He likes to boast of his misery while living so dangerously An' while bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's got a lot of gall to be so useless and so small He mutters this small talk at the wall while i'm in the hall How can i explain, oh it's so hard to get on An' those visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn. Inside the museums infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation's like after a while Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell that 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 And these visions of Johanna make it all seem so cruel. Ah, oh, oh, oh. The fiddler now speaks to the countess who's pretendin' to care for him He says ''Name me someone that's not a parasite an' i'll say a prayer for him'' But like Louise always says ''You can't look at much? Can you, man'' As she herself got prepared for him. Madonna she still has not showed An' we see the empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The peddler he now steps to the road Everything's gone which was owed He examines the nightingale's code Still written on the fish truck that loads My conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are all that remain.

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Visions Of Johanna 4

30 Nov 1965 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 7 NO DIRECTION HOME THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition) #4

Blonde on Blonde session 2, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 30.oct.1965, take 8 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 cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothin', really nothin' to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined An' these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain An' the all-night girls whisper of escapades out on the D train We can hear the night watchman clickin' his flashlight Now askin' himself if he's really insane Louise she's alright, she's just too near Like silk, she seems like the mirror But she all just makes it too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here. This ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place. Little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously Boasts of his misery, he likes to live dangerously An' when bringin' her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He sure gotta lot of gall, to be so useless an' all Muttering small talk at the wall while i'm in the hall Oh, how can i explain, it's so hard to get on An' those visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn. Inside of the museums infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation's like after a while Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell that by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower freeze When the jelly-faced women sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say ''Jeeze! I can't find my knees'' Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna make it all seem so cruel. The fiddler now plays for the countess who's pretendin' to care for him He says, ''Name me someone that's not a parasite an' i'll say a prayer for him'' Like Louise says ''You can't look at much? Can you, man?'' As she herself prepares for him Madonna she still has not showed We see the empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once has flowed The peddler he steps to the road Everything's gone which was owed He examines the nightingale's code Still written of the fish truck that loads My conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are all that remain. Ah, ah, ah ... Ah, ah, ah ...

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Visions Of Johanna 5

30 Nov 1965 THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 12 THE CUTTING EDGE (DeLuxe Edition) #5 MIDNIGHT TRAIN THIN WILD MERCURY MUSIC (T-350) THE LONESOME SPARROW SINGS (T-349) GWW SEEMS LIKE A FREEZE OUT (vinyl bootleg)

Blonde on Blonde session 2, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 30.oct.1965, take 14 Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be quiet? We're sitting 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 they cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined An' these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain An' the all-night girls whisper of escapades out on the D train We can hear the night watchman Ask himself if it's him that's really insane Louise she's alright, she's just near She's steady, seems like the mirror But she just makes it all 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. Little boy lost he takes himself so seriously Boasts of his misery, he likes to live so dangerously An' when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me Yes he sure gotta lot of gall, to be so useless an' all With this small talk in the wall while i'm in the hall How can i explain, oh it's so hard to get on An' those visions of Johanna they kept me up till the dawn. Inside the museums infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell that by the way that 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'' Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna make it all seem so cruel. The fiddler now speaks to the countess who pretends that she cares for him Sayin', ''Name me someone that's not a parasite an' i'll go out and say a prayer for him'' But like Louise always says ''You can't look at much? Can you, man'' As she herself prepares for him Madonna she still has not showed And we see the empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once has flowed The peddler he now steps to the road Knowin' everything's gone which was owed He examines the nightingale's code Still left of the fish truck that loads My conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are all that remain. Oh, oh.