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."
Let's make this happen
Let's unleash this dragon
Let's complete this Sackcloth Fashion track and add some rapping
Let's make this happen
Let's unleash this dragon
Let's complete this Sackcloth Fashion track and add some rapping
Yo I can military press a 900-pound buffalo
And tickle every crevice and cranny my man, mechanical
Bench press the massive tranny from your daddy's Cadillac
Pinching the engine and transmission, like a nickel sack
Daddy Mack radical, at it again, his fanny pack
Handicapped parking across the park where the panic is at
Passed the romantic man and his madam's old picnic basket
Liquid and matches, candles, some crackers, some sandwiches, napkins
Atkins diet, I'll try it, I won't try to fight or deny it
Chicken and turkey and fish, I haven't decided
You'll cry in private, the silence is cyanide to your eyelids
And I'm across from the quiet, across the street from the regular riots
Rappers be clowning, they sounding just like the Cloud and I'm honored
I rock the crowd so much harder, true noggin-nodder, no doubt
Leave the crowd sour like kraut, I'll get it started
And I'll bark it out with timber wolves and St. Bernards and save you, darn it
I'll beg your pardon, but I've got your legs and arms and organs
I'll give them back if you'll retract from every cypher open
Rappers be croaking like horned toads in their morning mode
Couldn't get lucky with rabbit's foot or a 4 leaf clover
And if you feel like I'm feeling we'll never call it quits
And if you feel it, reveal it, let's see your penmanship
Come bring along that obsession and sign me on the list
I'll sing the song of redemption, it kinda goes like this
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
Dude if I tried hard enough, man I'd turn a diamond to coal
And if you really hate my rhymes then I might hide in a hole
Cause I'm polite and I ain't trying to be quiet tonight
I might be writing Nobel Prizes while you're trying to bite
I'm a pilot guiding hybrid teradactyls to nest
And maybe take Jaci Velasquez as a hostage, oh yes
I might impress her by caressing alligators and cows
She'll think I'm buff when I go sock this crocodile in the mouth
That's why my chest muscles glisten when the sun sets west
I've got a trumpet in my trunk next to my quarter-inch wrench
I just might tighten up them flows, you show a lot of potential
But man your character is friggin' poor, so pardon my French
Your whole style is David Carradine, I'm Lou Forrigno
The green Incredible Hulk and so whatcha booing me for?
So have you ever seen a rapper put a rapper in the Boston crab?
Toss him all across the mat for all my Cloudmaniacs
Ultimate Warrior, Hacksaw Jim Duggan rugged
Jimmy Superfly sneaking up on you chicken McNuggets
You get the chicken McButtocks, you wanna make something of it?
If you believe then you can see that you can leave it or love it
This ain't a game it's a covet, hip hop my dearly beloved
It's clear to see that I can serve emcees from here to Nantucket
You got it, most of them worry and so we still got them running
Ultimate Warrior, Hacksaw Jim Duggan rugged, for real
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
Just don't get me mixed with Sonny Sandoval from P.O.D.
And if you do then I ain't mad at you, just be low key,
Cause I can't shop at the market or down the block when I'm walking
Without a car full of ladies stopping to watch me, they're stalking
Cause I am a veteran like Eroc and that Chemist called Sup
Come to think of it, those rappers used to dance for my group
Not to be rude, dude, but I'm included too, so what up
Cause I ain't new to this, fool, man I went to school with Kurupt
This is some dogg pounding, here we go, not really yo, I'm Marmaduke
A large ol' Siberian Husky dressed in a Doberman suit
Carrying various types of lice in my Davidson boots
Canine material man, I'm seriously paying them dues
Put down your battleaxe homie, rappers straight kill me
I swear your Man of War impersonation is way off and silly
The Bride of Chucky, Mom I'm running off with Jennifer Tilly
Rolling with Angelina Jolie telling Billy the dealie
These rapping Milli Vanillis pretend they're grimey and gritty
Wish they can make the band with Diddy but they're scared of the city
Those are the type that I pity, I'm Riddik Bowe with these critics
A Lennox Lewis appearance, I'm Cassious Clay with the lyrics
Sugar Ray Leonard, I'm better, Tyson, Duran
Either I battle in cyphers or physical man to man
Yo I.N.K.L.I.N.G.S., that's the meanest of clans
And when you see us best believe us, best to treat us like champs, for real
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
Let's unleash this dragon
Let's complete this Sackcloth Fashion track and add some rapping
Let's make this happen
Let's unleash this dragon
Let's complete this Sackcloth Fashion track and add some rapping
Yo I can military press a 900-pound buffalo
And tickle every crevice and cranny my man, mechanical
Bench press the massive tranny from your daddy's Cadillac
Pinching the engine and transmission, like a nickel sack
Daddy Mack radical, at it again, his fanny pack
Handicapped parking across the park where the panic is at
Passed the romantic man and his madam's old picnic basket
Liquid and matches, candles, some crackers, some sandwiches, napkins
Atkins diet, I'll try it, I won't try to fight or deny it
Chicken and turkey and fish, I haven't decided
You'll cry in private, the silence is cyanide to your eyelids
And I'm across from the quiet, across the street from the regular riots
Rappers be clowning, they sounding just like the Cloud and I'm honored
I rock the crowd so much harder, true noggin-nodder, no doubt
Leave the crowd sour like kraut, I'll get it started
And I'll bark it out with timber wolves and St. Bernards and save you, darn it
I'll beg your pardon, but I've got your legs and arms and organs
I'll give them back if you'll retract from every cypher open
Rappers be croaking like horned toads in their morning mode
Couldn't get lucky with rabbit's foot or a 4 leaf clover
And if you feel like I'm feeling we'll never call it quits
And if you feel it, reveal it, let's see your penmanship
Come bring along that obsession and sign me on the list
I'll sing the song of redemption, it kinda goes like this
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
Dude if I tried hard enough, man I'd turn a diamond to coal
And if you really hate my rhymes then I might hide in a hole
Cause I'm polite and I ain't trying to be quiet tonight
I might be writing Nobel Prizes while you're trying to bite
I'm a pilot guiding hybrid teradactyls to nest
And maybe take Jaci Velasquez as a hostage, oh yes
I might impress her by caressing alligators and cows
She'll think I'm buff when I go sock this crocodile in the mouth
That's why my chest muscles glisten when the sun sets west
I've got a trumpet in my trunk next to my quarter-inch wrench
I just might tighten up them flows, you show a lot of potential
But man your character is friggin' poor, so pardon my French
Your whole style is David Carradine, I'm Lou Forrigno
The green Incredible Hulk and so whatcha booing me for?
So have you ever seen a rapper put a rapper in the Boston crab?
Toss him all across the mat for all my Cloudmaniacs
Ultimate Warrior, Hacksaw Jim Duggan rugged
Jimmy Superfly sneaking up on you chicken McNuggets
You get the chicken McButtocks, you wanna make something of it?
If you believe then you can see that you can leave it or love it
This ain't a game it's a covet, hip hop my dearly beloved
It's clear to see that I can serve emcees from here to Nantucket
You got it, most of them worry and so we still got them running
Ultimate Warrior, Hacksaw Jim Duggan rugged, for real
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
Just don't get me mixed with Sonny Sandoval from P.O.D.
And if you do then I ain't mad at you, just be low key,
Cause I can't shop at the market or down the block when I'm walking
Without a car full of ladies stopping to watch me, they're stalking
Cause I am a veteran like Eroc and that Chemist called Sup
Come to think of it, those rappers used to dance for my group
Not to be rude, dude, but I'm included too, so what up
Cause I ain't new to this, fool, man I went to school with Kurupt
This is some dogg pounding, here we go, not really yo, I'm Marmaduke
A large ol' Siberian Husky dressed in a Doberman suit
Carrying various types of lice in my Davidson boots
Canine material man, I'm seriously paying them dues
Put down your battleaxe homie, rappers straight kill me
I swear your Man of War impersonation is way off and silly
The Bride of Chucky, Mom I'm running off with Jennifer Tilly
Rolling with Angelina Jolie telling Billy the dealie
These rapping Milli Vanillis pretend they're grimey and gritty
Wish they can make the band with Diddy but they're scared of the city
Those are the type that I pity, I'm Riddik Bowe with these critics
A Lennox Lewis appearance, I'm Cassious Clay with the lyrics
Sugar Ray Leonard, I'm better, Tyson, Duran
Either I battle in cyphers or physical man to man
Yo I.N.K.L.I.N.G.S., that's the meanest of clans
And when you see us best believe us, best to treat us like champs, for real
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
We're tired of your chit chat
Wack rappers need to get slapped
Redemption, time to dis that
RedCloud, he flips your wigs back
Lyrics submitted by sonoftherighthand6189
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