Completely Attached to Delusion

Album cover art for "Completely Attached to Delusion" by John Giorno

John Giorno - Pop, Spoken Word

Completely Attached to Delusion

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Completely Attached to Delusion I'm going to live, forever, and I wanna fly I'm going to live, forever, and I wanna fly I'm going to live, forever, and I wanna fly Take me the wardrobe You gotta hang around You crashing, coming down Get you to pull on it for a while Full dress with a smile Warmth, angelic Cocaine, sprinkled on my pussy Air Force One is waiting on the runway Keep the dice on the table You're coming in on a roll You're coming in on a roll Keepin' it coming Keep it coming I love being I love being with you 'Cos we're on drugs When you feel you got it bad We got it good Is it big enough for ya? I wanna spend the rest of my life in a holiday And I wanna spend the rest of my life in a holiday And I wanna spend the rest of my life in a Holiday Inn There are no surprises Breakfast in bed between the cool bed sheets Slidin' your eggs Just work and sex and drugs in New York And when I come down all I wanna be is high again Rather than hanging here gettin' tight Everybody I know is a junkie! Everybody I know is a junkie! Everybody I know is a junkie! Now you drone to some Davy Jones beat Because cos you have nothing else to do Your feet pushing in the sand The ocean, shooting white waves With the sun rimming ya We just drunk ourselves a beer Singing my song over and over again All I ever know is dissatisfaction, change and I want you And you got the slight, paranoid sinking feeling And you got the slight, paranoid sinking feeling Finally you got hepatitis everything looks yella This is where I started out And you think you woke up asleep And you feel you're dreaming The telephone is ringing And you're afraid he doesn't like you And you're afraid he doesn't like you But then he wouldn't have said "I'll see you Saturday." I don't wanna be left alone I didn't mean to mislead ya I just wish you were somebody I love (Somebody I love) And I'm asleep and I'm dreaming And I'm remembering each time I'm dreaming You sitting having a cheeseburger You're sittin' in a jam at the counter With the napkin dispenser Salt and pepper shakers on Seventh Avenue Mamma always loved news! And you done the best you can and it wasn't altogether that good And you done the best you can and it wasn't altogether that good And you done the best you can and it wasn't altogether that good I put my muscle in it for as long I could And given all you wretched people, bad karma And Murphy's Law – that if the worse can happen it will And it was a complete failure! And it was a complete failure! And it was a complete failure! And it was a complete failure! I'm tired of grabbin' what I don't want I don't want anybody negotiating no, getting nobody You boxed yourself into another one You boxed yourself into another one And I can't go ahead And I can't go ahead And I can't go back And you just got to go out And I knew I had to go out cos I'd gone out before grandparents Someday, somebody is going to give ya A lesson in leaving somebody and give what you'd be givin' And hope that I'm around to watch them knock you down And I just watched these two guys rob an automobile with the wire hanger They rummaged through the back of this station wagon And I said nada and walked away And then a few minutes later this German Shepard came by And took a leak on the car, just this annoyed I'm having myself, and I'm loving myself I'm having myself, and I'm loving myself I'm having myself, and I'm loving myself I'm having myself, and I'm loving myself And the right combination of love And the right combination of love I'm thinking I wanna keep on doing it 'Cos she doin' it right I'm thinking I wanna keep on doing it 'Cos she doin' it right Loving you, although it seems monumentally sad And I don't trust anybody else I don't trust anybody I don't trust anybody I don't trust anybody I don't trust anybody I don't trust anybody I don't trust anybody I don't trust anybody! Standing straight on the bed Right wing sex – we're doing water sports! I'm giving it to in a slow stream the way you like it I love to feel your throat swallowin' This bud's for you The king of beer is coming through And it looks it should be feeling good And it looks it should be feeling good And it looks it should be feeling good But I don't feel nothin' You're the only one gettin' it cos you want it so much And a black guy once said to me He said, a black man once told him "Anytime, anybody tells you to look up at the sky – you know they got their hands in your pockets!" And you're keeping me from what I wanna be doin' And you're keeping me from what I wanna be doin' And you're keeping me from what I wanna be doin' To be calm and enlightened I'm a thief in an empty apartment – and I'm giving it all away Giving it all away Giving it all away And I'm giving it all away You learned about impermanence I love impermanence, 'cos I know I'm gonna leave here I wish you'd come so it would end I wish you'd come so it would end I wish you'd come so it would end I got the feeling that I did something wrong I don't have anything to say I don't wanna cite anything I don't wanna buy anything I don't have any ideas I don't know and I don't care My medication is a complete failure My medication is a complete failure My medication is a complete failure One more time! I can't wait to get back to New York MDA – I wanna marry it Get a meal in a minute I want my money now! You can practice in my bed anytime You can kick off the covers And open the windows wide! And your Mommy's rich And your Daddy's good looking And I just get myself some heroin This is the way I was waiting to feel This is the way I was waiting to feel This is the way I've been waiting to feel You were told about patience Now you understand Nothin' ever changes Nothin' ever changes Nothin' ever changes Nothin' ever changes Seems you would've known you'd fall From Nowheres into Nothin'

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  • John Giorno