{"id":183,"date":"2005-01-28T23:14:29","date_gmt":"2005-01-28T21:14:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/heimtun.org\/wordpress\/?p=183"},"modified":"2005-01-28T23:14:29","modified_gmt":"2005-01-28T21:14:29","slug":"en-utfordring-til-xxl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/heimtun.org\/wordpress\/?p=183","title":{"rendered":"En utfordring til XXL"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>XXL viser stor spr?kinteresse. Men er han p? niv? med Vinje og Co? Pajero-mannen utfordrer XXL til ? oversette Bob Dylan&#8217;s &laquo;Visions of Johanna&raquo; og tolke sangen etterp?. Tar du den, XXL?<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nHer er sangen:<\/p>\n<p>Ain&#8217;t it just like the night to play tricks when you&#8217;re tryin&raquo; to be so quiet?<br \/>\nWe sit here stranded, though we&#8217;re all doin&raquo; our best to deny it<br \/>\nAnd Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin&raquo; you to defy it<br \/>\nLights flicker from the opposite loft<br \/>\nIn this room the heat pipes just cough<br \/>\nThe country music station plays soft<br \/>\nBut there&#8217;s nothing, really nothing to turn off<br \/>\nJust Louise and her lover so entwined<br \/>\nAnd these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind<\/p>\n<p>In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman&#8217;s bluff with the key chain<br \/>\nAnd the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the &laquo;D&raquo; train<br \/>\nWe can hear the night watchman click his flashlight<br \/>\nAsk himself if it&#8217;s him or them that&#8217;s really insane<br \/>\nLouise, she&#8217;s all right, she&#8217;s just near<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s delicate and seems like the mirror<br \/>\nBut she just makes it all too concise and too clear<br \/>\nThat Johanna&#8217;s not here<br \/>\nThe ghost of &laquo;lectricity howls in the bones of her face<br \/>\nWhere these visions of Johanna have now taken my place<\/p>\n<p>Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously<br \/>\nHe brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously<br \/>\nAnd when bringing her name up<br \/>\nHe speaks of a farewell kiss to me<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all<br \/>\nMuttering small talk at the wall while I&#8217;m in the hall<br \/>\nHow can I explain?<br \/>\nOh, it&#8217;s so hard to get on<br \/>\nAnd these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn<\/p>\n<p>Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial<br \/>\nVoices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while<br \/>\nBut Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues<br \/>\nYou can tell by the way she smiles<br \/>\nSee the primitive wallflower freeze<br \/>\nWhen the jelly-faced women all sneeze<br \/>\nHear the one with the mustache say, &laquo;Jeeze<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t find my knees&raquo;<br \/>\nOh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule<br \/>\nBut these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel<\/p>\n<p>The peddler now speaks to the countess who&#8217;s pretending to care for him<br \/>\nSayin&raquo;, &laquo;Name me someone that&#8217;s not a parasite and I&#8217;ll go out and say a prayer for him&raquo;<br \/>\nBut like Louise always says<br \/>\n&laquo;Ya can&#8217;t look at much, can ya man?&raquo;<br \/>\nAs she, herself, prepares for him<br \/>\nAnd Madonna, she still has not showed<br \/>\nWe see this empty cage now corrode<br \/>\nWhere her cape of the stage once had flowed<br \/>\nThe fiddler, he now steps to the road<br \/>\nHe writes ev&#8217;rything&#8217;s been returned which was owed<br \/>\nOn the back of the fish truck that loads<br \/>\nWhile my conscience explodes<br \/>\nThe harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain<br \/>\nAnd these visions of Johanna are now all that remain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>XXL viser stor spr?kinteresse. Men er han p? niv? med Vinje og Co? Pajero-mannen utfordrer XXL til ? oversette Bob Dylan&#8217;s &laquo;Visions of Johanna&raquo; og tolke sangen etterp?. 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