Joanna's illusion

Joanna's hallucination

Isn't it like playing a prank at night?

It's not like juggling night,

When you try to keep quiet?

When you try to keep quiet.

We are sitting here helpless.

We're stuck here,

Despite all our efforts to deny it.

But I tried to deny it,

Louise is holding a handful of rain,

Louise is holding a handful of rain,

Lure you to challenge it.

Tempting you to resist it,

The lights in the attic opposite are flickering.

In the attic opposite, the lights are flashing,

In this room, the heat pipe just coughs.

In this room, the heating pipe coughs gently.

Country music stations play soft music.

The country radio station is singing softly,

But nothing, really nothing can be turned off.

But really, nothing should be turned off,

Only Louise and her lover are so intertwined.

Only Louise, and her lover, are tightly intertwined.

The image of johanna conquered my mind.

Joanna's vision occupied my mind.

In the open space where ladies play with the blind and touch the elephant with key chains.

In the open space, ladies play hide-and-seek with a bunch of keys.

And the all-night girl they whispered to each other.

Those girls who didn't come home all night,

Adventure on the D train

Whispering about the dangerous scene on the D line subway in the distance,

We can hear the night watchman's flashlight.

We can hear the night watchman turning on and off the flashlight.

Ask him if he is him or if they are really crazy.

Ask yourself, is he or they crazy?

Louise, she's fine. She's nearby.

Louise, she's fine, she's right here,

She is very delicate, just like a mirror.

She is so fragile, like a mirror,

But she just made it too concise and clear.

But she also made it clear enough.

Joanna is not here.

Joanna is not here,

The ghost of "electricity" howled in the bones of her face.

The ghost of electricity growled on her cheekbones,

Johanna's vision took my place.

Joanna's vision replaced me.

Now, the little boy is lost. He takes himself too seriously.

At the moment, the little boy lost his way. He takes himself too seriously.

He boasted about his pain, and he liked an adventurous life.

He boasted about his misfortune, and he liked to live in danger.

When her name is mentioned.

When her name was mentioned,

He said he would give me a farewell kiss.

He told me about the farewell kiss,

He really has the guts to be so useless.

He does have considerable courage, which is useless.

When I was in the hall, I muttered to the wall and chatted.

When I was on the porch, I whispered to the wall.

How can I explain it?

How can I explain it?

Oh, it's so difficult to get along with.

Oh, it's too hard to go on,

These visions of johanna got me through the dawn.

Joanna's vision helped me wake up alone from night until dawn.

In the museum, infinity is tried.

In the museum, eternity is on trial,

The sound echoes. This is what redemption looks like after a while.

The voice echoed: the so-called redemption will soon become like this.

But Mona Lisa must have road depression.

Mona Lisa must be pregnant with the road.

You can tell by the way she smiles.

You can see from the way she smiles,

See the original wallflower freeze.

Look at the ancient wallflower freezing,

When jelly-faced women sneeze

Jelly-faced women often sneeze,

I heard the bearded man say, "Oh dear!

Listen to the bearded man say, "My God,

I can't find my knee. "

I can't find my knee,

Oh, jewels and binoculars are hanging on the mule's head.

Ah, jewels and binoculars are hanging on the mule's head.

But these visions of johanna make it look so cruel.

It was Joanna's illusion that made it all seem so cruel.

The peddler is talking to the countess now

The peddler spoke,

Who pretends to care about him?

Said to the countess who pretended to take care of him:

Said, "Give me a name that is not a parasite.

"Tell me a name that is not a parasite,

I'm going out to pray for him. "

I'll go out and pray for him,

But as Louise always said,

But as Louise always said,

"You can't watch too much, can you?"

"Not too much?" ,

When she prepared herself for him.

At this time, she prepared everything for him herself.

Madonna, she still hasn't shown up.

Virgo, still not showing up,

We saw the empty cage corroded.

We saw that the empty cage had rotted,

Where her stage cloak used to flow.

The curtain went up and she stood on the stage.

Violinist, he is going to the road now.

The violinist set foot on the road and wrote:

He wrote that everything that was owed was returned.

Everything I once owed is now paid off,

Behind the fish truck.

In the back seat of the fish truck,

When my conscience explodes

My conscience exploded,

The harmonica plays the master key and the rain.

The harmonica plays the symbols of skull and rain.

These visions of johanna are now all that remains.

Joanna's vision is the only one left.

Andrew Silence, the 19 th poet laureate in Britain ... Not long after, at the poetry festival of 10, he declared that he thought American rock star Bob Dylan was one of the best artists in the 20th century, and he listened to it every day. Among them, The Illusion of johanna album Countless Goldilocks was the best lyric poem ever.

Earth motorcycle:

When I watched the DVD of Homelessness, I heard the song Joanna's Illusion again.

I've been humming this song in my head for the past two days, and I can't get it out of my head.

I translated this song into Joanna's perspective in the book, which was a big mistake.

I didn't listen to this song carefully at that time, but now I finally understand what Dylan is saying.

He described a scene where a group of friends were having a party and having a good time.

One of them is a woman named Louise, who is the embodiment of sex appeal.

But her performance keeps giving the hero the illusion of another woman.

This is Joanna, the goddess of spirituality.

With Dylan's fame, he has more and more friends and more beautiful girlfriends.

But he never found the goddess in his mind.

This Joanna can represent the girlfriend of a true confidant or the spirituality of art, whatever you think.

Louis's wonderful performance always reminds the protagonist that Joanna is not around.

Many people have tried to guess who that Joanna is.

I don't think Dylan himself knows.

The illusion in his mind may be like Mona Lisa, a non-existent figure.

The supreme beauty she represents may be just an illusion.