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."
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
And had the sonic volcanic cap
That the butcher have attached to his dead mother
Now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
Images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
Electronic talents fold
The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
When the plug is corroded out
And they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
Because I wasn't born handsome
Now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
With beats that have to be registered
As sex offenders represented to the public
I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
And if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words
Just fuckin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs
Or at the source awards scratchin' our heads like "what happened??"
If the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
Out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
To attract curious intersection angels when in the city
That's below any self-respecting actress in a German schiester film
Who gobbled doggie dick and human feces
My fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
From heart scan to pulse readings
This a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
The sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence
But if I should exhaust God's patience on someone better take my place nigga
Tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
And it's in my dreams I see their faces and
Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
Hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two
Amped off booze wheelie with my ankle bruised
On the block silly with a mint ellie
Watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
That's me trying to wop vetti
With the longness and pot-bellied
Til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
Lost in a realm tryin' to find cells
Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
Morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin' to dolphins
To get that bilingual spittin' charm tryin' to get it on
And spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin' math
Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
Spit bats that stick to DAT's
Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin' with the sickest cats
Yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready???
See I exist
Iron fist
Metal speech
Scientist
Came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin' less
Then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
The galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
Heard my verse, ain't nothin' the same.
I leave your mouth open when you're standin'
(The word's the midget) esophagus is the cannon
Cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin' watch the landin'
Believe it or not I'm walkin' on air
Last of America's heroes here to close the circle
I still remember the days of Coleco
A daily struggle but I hold onto the vision
Hip hop at it's best when it lacked television
And everybody wasn't an emcee
You know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
You'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
And most likely openin' doors with the psyche
If it's a Mikey, they'll eat anything
Starving but hack or crush anything
Not stars from the songs we sing this shit's ridiculoid
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
And had the sonic volcanic cap
That the butcher have attached to his dead mother
Now this material might walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
Images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
Electronic talents fold
The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
When the plug is corroded out
And they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
Because I wasn't born handsome
Now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
With beats that have to be registered
As sex offenders represented to the public
I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
And if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use words
Just fuckin' eat each other til the next ice age occurs
Or at the source awards scratchin' our heads like "what happened??"
If the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
Out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
To attract curious intersection angels when in the city
That's below any self-respecting actress in a German schiester film
Who gobbled doggie dick and human feces
My fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
From heart scan to pulse readings
This a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
The sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence
But if I should exhaust God's patience on someone better take my place nigga
Tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
And it's in my dreams I see their faces and
Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
Hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two
Amped off booze wheelie with my ankle bruised
On the block silly with a mint ellie
Watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
That's me trying to wop vetti
With the longness and pot-bellied
Til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
Lost in a realm tryin' to find cells
Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
Morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin' to dolphins
To get that bilingual spittin' charm tryin' to get it on
And spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin' math
Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
Spit bats that stick to DAT's
Sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin' with the sickest cats
Yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready???
See I exist
Iron fist
Metal speech
Scientist
Came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin' less
Then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my train
The galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
Heard my verse, ain't nothin' the same.
I leave your mouth open when you're standin'
(The word's the midget) esophagus is the cannon
Cipher unknown the upper hand on overstandin' watch the landin'
Believe it or not I'm walkin' on air
Last of America's heroes here to close the circle
I still remember the days of Coleco
A daily struggle but I hold onto the vision
Hip hop at it's best when it lacked television
And everybody wasn't an emcee
You know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
You'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
And most likely openin' doors with the psyche
If it's a Mikey, they'll eat anything
Starving but hack or crush anything
Not stars from the songs we sing this shit's ridiculoid
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