Jane's Addiction vocalist Perry Farrell gives Adam Reader some heartfelt insight into Jane’s Addiction's hard rock manifesto "Mountain Song", which was the second single from their revolutionary album Nothing's Shocking. Mountain song was first recorded in 1986 and appeared on the soundtrack to the film Dudes starring Jon Cryer. The version on Nothing's Shocking was re-recorded in 1988.
"'Mountain Song' was actually about... I hate to say it but... drugs. Climbing this mountain and getting as high as you can, and then coming down that mountain," reveals Farrell. "What it feels to descend from the mountain top... not easy at all. The ascension is tough but exhilarating. Getting down is... it's a real bummer. Drugs is not for everybody obviously. For me, I wanted to experience the heights, and the lows come along with it."
"There's a part - 'Cash in now honey, cash in Miss Smith.' Miss Smith is my Mother; our last name was Smith. Cashing in when she cashed in her life. So... she decided that, to her... at that time, she was desperate. Life wasn't worth it for her, that was her opinion. Some people think, never take your life, and some people find that their life isn't worth living. She was in love with my Dad, and my Dad was not faithful to her, and it broke her heart. She was very desperate and she did something that I know she regrets."
Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
First I hit the sweet leaf, and then I have nice dreams
When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake
My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say
I stay blazed all day, no matter where I'm creepin'
Hot boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends
You'll see smoke risin', Just who could it be
It's my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C.
Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs.
Faded off the bud smoke blowin it at you nerds
Thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off
I got some purple Kush did you bring the sand box?
Let's sand some bud so we can make a little keefe
Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
Everybody in the scene know we blow the most dosha
That way they label up the Kottonmouth solders.
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"
You'll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks
Havin a blast, not givin a fuck, doin my thing
Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious
Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin' kind of nauseous
But I played it cool and pulled a few snapps
Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap
Dippin through the whole place, nowhere else I'd rather be
Then smokin' weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D.
24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner grab your bud keep composer
Beer drinkers, pill poppers, acidheads and freaks
All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks
Kottonmouth Kings signed a one-way contract to see the world and smoke the killa
chromic
D-Loc said it, so don't you 4get it
It's 4-4-2-0 and I blow endow.
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"
We got all types" at 4-2-0
We talkin pounds
Roll that shit up
Pass it around
So pack it tight
Turn up these sounds
This is your right, so live it now (now, now)
Now you might see me on a mission searchin for double vision
And I ain't no mathematician, more like a stoney musician
But I get a little help from my friends when in need
Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I'm seein in three's
Four-five-six-double dash it's D
I'm always drinkin beer and I'm always smoking weed
Hanging in the streets, just doing my thing
Puttin it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings
All these hours and days inter-face with the planet
With bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
I transplant my mental to truly titanic
Fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addicts
The session begins right upstairs in my attic
We bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it
The next time you see us don't take us for granted
We're all getting lifted just the way that we planned it so?
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"
At 4-2-0
First I hit the sweet leaf, and then I have nice dreams
When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake
My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say
I stay blazed all day, no matter where I'm creepin'
Hot boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends
You'll see smoke risin', Just who could it be
It's my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C.
Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs.
Faded off the bud smoke blowin it at you nerds
Thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off
I got some purple Kush did you bring the sand box?
Let's sand some bud so we can make a little keefe
Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
Everybody in the scene know we blow the most dosha
That way they label up the Kottonmouth solders.
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"
You'll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks
Havin a blast, not givin a fuck, doin my thing
Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious
Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin' kind of nauseous
But I played it cool and pulled a few snapps
Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap
Dippin through the whole place, nowhere else I'd rather be
Then smokin' weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D.
24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner grab your bud keep composer
Beer drinkers, pill poppers, acidheads and freaks
All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks
Kottonmouth Kings signed a one-way contract to see the world and smoke the killa
chromic
D-Loc said it, so don't you 4get it
It's 4-4-2-0 and I blow endow.
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"
We got all types" at 4-2-0
We talkin pounds
Roll that shit up
Pass it around
So pack it tight
Turn up these sounds
This is your right, so live it now (now, now)
Now you might see me on a mission searchin for double vision
And I ain't no mathematician, more like a stoney musician
But I get a little help from my friends when in need
Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I'm seein in three's
Four-five-six-double dash it's D
I'm always drinkin beer and I'm always smoking weed
Hanging in the streets, just doing my thing
Puttin it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings
All these hours and days inter-face with the planet
With bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
I transplant my mental to truly titanic
Fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addicts
The session begins right upstairs in my attic
We bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it
The next time you see us don't take us for granted
We're all getting lifted just the way that we planned it so?
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"
At 4-2-0
Lyrics submitted by Sick My Duck
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