Visions (20/20) - FU-Schnickens

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks
When you're tryin to be so quiet
We sit here stranded
Though were 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
Blindmans 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 its him or them that's really insane
But 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 johannas 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 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
Oh
How can I explain
Its 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 even mona lisa must have 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
Jewels and binoculars hag 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 whos pretending to care for him
Saying name me someone that's not a parasite and ill 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 evrythings 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