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Poll Results
| Option | Votes |
| The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face | 7 |
| Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule | 5 |
| Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? | 3 |
| He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all | 2 |
| We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it | 2 |
| Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously | 1 |
| But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she smiles | 1 |
| And Madonna, she still has not showed | 1 |
| Louise, she's all right, she's just near | 1 |
| We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight, ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane | 1 |
| Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him" | 1 |
| In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain | 1 |
| Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees" | 1 |
| But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off | 1 |
| On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes | 1 |
| In this room the heat pipes just cough | 1 |
| The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain | 1 |
| Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while | 1 |
| The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him | 0 |
| But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel | 0 |
| But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, prepares for him | 0 |
| We see this empty cage now corrode | 0 |
| Where her cape of the stage once had flowed | 0 |
| The fiddler, he now steps to the road | 0 |
| He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed | 0 |
| And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain | 0 |
| When the jelly-faced women all sneeze | 0 |
| See the primitive wallflower freeze | 0 |
| Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place | 0 |
| Lights flicker from the opposite loft | 0 |
| The country music station plays soft | 0 |
| Just Louise and her lover so entwined | 0 |
| And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind | 0 |
| And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train | 0 |
| She's delicate and seems like veneer | 0 |
| But she just makes it all too concise and too clear that Johanna's not here | 0 |
| He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously | 0 |
| And when bringing her name up he speaks of a farewell kiss to me | 0 |
| Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall | 0 |
| How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on | 0 |
| And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn | 0 |
| Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial | 0 |
| And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it | 0 |
― The Wayward Johnny B, Monday, 14 January 2008 12:36 (eighteen years ago)
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