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."
Haha
What is an MC
If he can't rap?
And what is a DJ
If he can't scratch?
Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause my niggas gon' do it all just like that
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Indeed, I am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on G's
Catch a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper piece
Bustin' rocks and Glocks
And gettin' ghost from the Police
No peace
So, he gets served with no concern
To who gets burned and one day they'll learn
Not to be fuckin' with the nigga
Buckin' with the trigga
Nothing you could figure
Could help you escape
From this mind state
That I create, young nigga
Yeah, and it's just like that
LBC out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
Yeah, LBC out the moon 'cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
And my rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Now I rock, some talk
It don't stop
When that funk shit drops
That make your shit go pop
Now let that beat ride
In your G ride
We gettin' me right
Hittin' with that Dogg Pound "C" life
Now it's I, with that stylish flow
So niggas step back or heads get cracked
And I won't let back
Who coming with that gangsta shit?
The shit that only gangstas get gangsta with
Not quick to bust your ass like the cop
Waiting, debating for my ass to flip flop
But I don't flop
I just flip the script
When I dip and set-trip
Keep the clip close to my hip
And don't say shit
When I blast
Now I done told your ass
Slow the fuck on down
Dogg Pound, motherfucker
Boom, and you know that (yeah, don't stop)
DPG's out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror's vibratin' and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
DPG out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
My rearview mirror's vibratin' and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom, boom, boom)
From the archives
I arise off the Long Beach streets
Won't be complete 'til the due is done to all that competes
Don't be alarmed as I swarm through
I warned you and your crew see wax
So, what's that? A known fact
Battle that the habitat I'm in is deadly
You can get the loot
It all depends on where your head be
Striving for what your in for
And for your info mo' flow
Than the tightest nigga flowed in '94
So, stand and deliver
Watch niggas shiver
Quiver in they boots
As I mob with my troops
Through the east
Where the phonies get deleted
Be seated, and all the G's I know
Stay heated
See I was born to be known as a thug and thief
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, I'm not no nigga
Figure he can come up
By getting a job, so I mob
Not givin' a fuck
I'm the drama
Mama warned all they kids about
I mash up strapped
Get my dibs an' out
Hustler musn't trustin' a gat
To keep me fat, seeking victims
Pick 'em, then I stick them in track
My heat black
With the serial number scratched out
Don't wear a glass shield but
You'll still be assed out
I'm Mr. Tray Deee
And since they say "G" as my title
My method mainly homicidal (boom, boom)
Boom, and you know that
2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
Yeah, 2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
Yeah, 2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror vibrating 'cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Could it be my history? Living G-like
Enemies that want to see me
What it be like?
Picture me practicing perfection
Now hit the deck
Playa haters gettin' chin-checked
When I hit the set
Watch how they fall
When I buck 'em all
We Outlaw, Westside
Playa, touch 'em all
I buck 'em all, then remain ballin'
Out the moon with my Glock cocked
Shot calling
Brothers fall, then they crawl
And they beg for they life
Should've never tried to rush me
You're dead here, tonight
This "Thug life"
Go tell them bustas
Up at Bad Boy Records
Fat trick's got a big mouth
Busta, better check it
I can see it plain as day
This game I play wide open
I pull the trigga
Dead figure with his eyes open
His pride broken
I tried smoking but bailed out
Soon as they left me at the jail house
Mobbin' in my
Yeah, and you know that
Death Row out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Outlaw out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
My rearview mirrors vibrating 'cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
DPG out the moon then ya baby (boom, boom)
(I grew up with a Dogg like you)
What is an MC
If he can't rap?
And what is a DJ
If he can't scratch?
Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause my niggas gon' do it all just like that
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ah, bend over, bend over
Indeed, I am
Flossy like gangsta shit
I got pounds of weed and keys
Sittin' on G's
Catch a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper piece
Bustin' rocks and Glocks
And gettin' ghost from the Police
No peace
So, he gets served with no concern
To who gets burned and one day they'll learn
Not to be fuckin' with the nigga
Buckin' with the trigga
Nothing you could figure
Could help you escape
From this mind state
That I create, young nigga
Yeah, and it's just like that
LBC out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
Yeah, LBC out the moon 'cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
And my rearview mirror's vibratin' cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Now I rock, some talk
It don't stop
When that funk shit drops
That make your shit go pop
Now let that beat ride
In your G ride
We gettin' me right
Hittin' with that Dogg Pound "C" life
Now it's I, with that stylish flow
So niggas step back or heads get cracked
And I won't let back
Who coming with that gangsta shit?
The shit that only gangstas get gangsta with
Not quick to bust your ass like the cop
Waiting, debating for my ass to flip flop
But I don't flop
I just flip the script
When I dip and set-trip
Keep the clip close to my hip
And don't say shit
When I blast
Now I done told your ass
Slow the fuck on down
Dogg Pound, motherfucker
Boom, and you know that (yeah, don't stop)
DPG's out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror's vibratin' and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
DPG out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
My rearview mirror's vibratin' and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom, boom, boom)
From the archives
I arise off the Long Beach streets
Won't be complete 'til the due is done to all that competes
Don't be alarmed as I swarm through
I warned you and your crew see wax
So, what's that? A known fact
Battle that the habitat I'm in is deadly
You can get the loot
It all depends on where your head be
Striving for what your in for
And for your info mo' flow
Than the tightest nigga flowed in '94
So, stand and deliver
Watch niggas shiver
Quiver in they boots
As I mob with my troops
Through the east
Where the phonies get deleted
Be seated, and all the G's I know
Stay heated
See I was born to be known as a thug and thief
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, I'm not no nigga
Figure he can come up
By getting a job, so I mob
Not givin' a fuck
I'm the drama
Mama warned all they kids about
I mash up strapped
Get my dibs an' out
Hustler musn't trustin' a gat
To keep me fat, seeking victims
Pick 'em, then I stick them in track
My heat black
With the serial number scratched out
Don't wear a glass shield but
You'll still be assed out
I'm Mr. Tray Deee
And since they say "G" as my title
My method mainly homicidal (boom, boom)
Boom, and you know that
2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
Yeah, 2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
Yeah, 2-1 out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom (boom)
My rearview mirror vibrating 'cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Could it be my history? Living G-like
Enemies that want to see me
What it be like?
Picture me practicing perfection
Now hit the deck
Playa haters gettin' chin-checked
When I hit the set
Watch how they fall
When I buck 'em all
We Outlaw, Westside
Playa, touch 'em all
I buck 'em all, then remain ballin'
Out the moon with my Glock cocked
Shot calling
Brothers fall, then they crawl
And they beg for they life
Should've never tried to rush me
You're dead here, tonight
This "Thug life"
Go tell them bustas
Up at Bad Boy Records
Fat trick's got a big mouth
Busta, better check it
I can see it plain as day
This game I play wide open
I pull the trigga
Dead figure with his eyes open
His pride broken
I tried smoking but bailed out
Soon as they left me at the jail house
Mobbin' in my
Yeah, and you know that
Death Row out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Outlaw out the moon and my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
My rearview mirrors vibrating 'cause my speakers go
Boom, boom, boom, boom
DPG out the moon then ya baby (boom, boom)
(I grew up with a Dogg like you)
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