这不正是一个寻欢作乐的夜，而你如此沉默
搁浅似的静坐着，却都无比急切地逃离这尴尬
谭晓晴 掬起一抔雨，诱出你的背叛
对街的阁楼灯火忽烁
屋里暖气正微微咳啜
交通电台的歌声柔妥
但也没有什么实在值得关掉
在这 晓晴 和情人无尽缠绵的时候
那 刘乔木 的幻象，业已盘踞在我脑海

望月湖的小姐们玩着捉迷藏，钥匙叮哐作响
彻夜游荡的女孩低诉起4号线上捉弄人的谎
听，守夜的门卫把电筒反复点灭
失了智的是人们还是自己？他也无可料想
晓晴 一切正常，她就在跟前
她脆如银镜，柔若凝烟
而她清晰的轮廓无疑使我明白
乔木 确实不在其间
电火之幽魂在她颧骨中游弋哭嚎
那 刘乔木 的幻象，恰已取缔了我的存在

迷失的男孩，是否太拿自己当一回事
他四处闯荡，粉饰着悲惨的谈资
你若说出她的芳名
他辄将那赠别的吻徐徐回思
苦涩而大胆的怨恨
不过在他腹中落为土粪
趁着面壁自语的时隙
我已经等在了前门
事绪如麻，要人何从诉说？
那 刘乔木 的幻象，守候我度过曙分

博物馆里醒木闷响，太乙恭候宣判
回荡的声音告知着，“皇天昭明，四海无难”
而蒙娜丽莎的微笑
流溢出她哼唱着的公路蓝调
看那冻结的壁花如初依旧的模样
喷嚏自女士们果冻般的面容中作响
听见一位小胡子的抱怨，老天爷
我的膝盖哪儿去了
双筒望远镜与珠宝悬荡于骡的脖颈
那 刘乔木 的幻象，让一切蒙上了冷酷颜色

小贩说着那个自称在意他的伯夫人
“衣食不蚕耕，所学义与仁……”
但就像 晓晴 总念叨的
“你又晓得什么深浅呢？”，她却一边为他做着十足筹划
至于 蒋菀柳，她不曾现身
看空笼上的锈斑逐渐加深
这里曾经飘过她的话剧丝巾
卖艺人正步向路旁取出胡琴
写道，我已付清所欠下之每分每文
附于一辆满载鲜鱼的卡车后门
此时我的良知爆炸
口琴在雨中奏响髑髅的音阶
那 刘乔木 的幻象，也已成为我残存之一切

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Visions of Johanna

Written by Bob Dylan, Released on Blonde on Blonde, 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
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