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Fan-created "new Jane's Addiction album" Download Download or listen to each song in
the below tracklist or download the entire album in one zip file
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Young Lovers 2. Drunken Party 3. Invitation to Dream 4. Running Away Trilogy (I) 5. Flowers 6. Let's Let It 7. Running Away Trilogy (II) 8. Godless 9. The Kids in the Streets 10. Running Away Trilogy (III) 11. Phase Two Perry Farrell - vocals Dave Navarro - guitar Eric Avery - bass Stephen Perkins - drums Written by Jane's Addiction (kind of) 1985-2009 Arranged by Fiberoctopus 4/2010 Check out my original music at www.fiberoctopus.com Album cover photo of Casey Niccoli by Karyn Cantor concrete sketch by "D.P." Not for profit. Share freely. Again, this is a fan project and had no direct involvement or approval from any member of Jane's Addiction or any record label. |
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Plants is a fan-created Jane's Addiction album. The goal was to
create "new" songs out of old recordings, with all sounds being from
the members of Jane's Addiction: drums by Stephen Perkins, guitar by
Dave Navarro, bass by Eric Avery, and vocals by Perry Farrell. No
other sounds were used besides that (--well, Perry plays accordion
on one song.. and I think Dave plays a couple seconds of keyboard).
And most of the time, samples were kept close to "natural"-- that is
to say, not drastically altered with audio software into just random
noises. Songs were pieced together using scraps from various sources (Jane's albums, studio outtakes, multi-tracks, live recordings, and more), looped and mixed together to resemble songs. Since I can't really create Perry singing (no autotune) and didn't want to make "remixes" of old songs by just using vocals from multitracks, the vocals are almost all spoken word, taken from poetry readings, interviews, or live on stage. So yeah, don't take this too seriously or anything. Just enjoy it as one fan's attempt to give other fans the mythical follow-up to Ritual-- the never-to-be 4th Jane's Addiction album with Eric Avery. |
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Update! Thanks for all the positive feedback! I'm humbled/psyched
Dave Navarro liked it and played "The Kids in the Streets" on his
internet radio show Dark Matter. Here's a video I whipped up for the song and put on YouTube: and here's a video for another song:
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Lyrics "Young Lovers" He left her on the telephone After seven weeks alone He picked it up She says, "Hello" He says, "Hold on again There's someone at the door And she says that she's a friend Oh, can I call you back again?" Young lovers Young lovers Really insecure He called her back in seven weeks She caught it on the first phone ring She said, "Hello, how are things?" Hoping not so good How well she understood When the doorbell rang again She tells him "We should just be friends" Young lovers Young lovers Really insecure You hear nothing __________________ "Drunken Party" Whose friend is this? In my house? Oh, never be the straight man at a drunken party Never discuss politics with an Englishman I feel like I知 always the straight man at a drunken party The drunk says to the Englishman, "You look just like I do after a drink and a smoke. You look like you've been to Japan." "But," protests the Englishman, "I've never been to Japan, actually." "Well," says the drunk, "by the way your eyes look, they tell me you have." "No," says the Englishman, "I've never been to Japan" Never discuss politics with the English Never discuss art with Robert Especially Andy Warhol He becomes outraged He says, "Just think about Michelangelo. He mixed his own paints from colors of earth and plants. Andy Warhol takes a picture of Jackie Onassis, puts it across a wall five times, and calls it depression. Michelangelo painted upside down. You can't even compare the two." "Well," I say, because I can't loose an argument, "If you judge art by those values, then Bon Jovi is better than Joy Division, because Bon Jovi are more accomplished at their instruments, and their singer has better pitch, and he spends more time learning his dance moves, and he grooms himself better." The drunk says, "Yeah, I know what you mean. He perfects his craft. Like Foghat. Those guys play everywhere." __________________ "Invitation to Dream" I woke up in the late afternoon On a day like this I wonder if you age less 'cause you didn't use all of it If that's so then you should be able to live twice as long as anyone else Just by waking up at 4 o'clock in the afternoon Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom My days and my dreams have never known each other so well In the course of my day I have no idea where I am going But in my dreams No matter where I end up Soon the sleep rolls over me I sneak out And head downtown Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom I close my eyes, I close my eyes, I close my eyes... Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom How great it would be If the sun lost all responsibility and left us here For me, the days become an excuse But I too have found a way of not waking up I've been asleep now for days and days and days __________________ "Running Away Trilogy (I)" I told my old man to go get his gun and I'd blow my own head off right in front of him. I'd been in his closet millions of times and knew exactly where he kept it, along with the shitty dope he was trying to peddle. This was a day I had really been anticipating. I was a late bloomer on my family's ejection calendar. No one had lasted past the age of 15 and here I was 17 and on my last free meal. I could attribute the debasing of my life to my wicked stepmother or to the big-shot Miami mafia friends my dad had started running with, but to be honest I myself was no angel. I forget now exactly what the fight was over but I think it was about the money my dad was saving for me. He says to me, "What money?" Have you ever heard that, from some who's got your money? They say, "What money?" I waited till he split that night and I grabbed $120 and a half an ounce of some real terrible Jamaican shake from his closet. My plans were already in gear. __________________ "Flowers" Nothing is supposed to be anything You can make anything you want out of it, you know, if it's tangible It's kinda like, uh (flowers) flowers You know, they grow best in shit We seem to thrive on it We seem to flourish We just keep getting so much shit Well, maybe I知 failing somewhere Because I kinda thought that it-- it would all work Flowers, flowers, flowers Flowers, flowers, flowers I just can't do it I just can't do it I can't, I can't let anybody get into my head I just can't do it I just can't do it I can't, I can't let anybody get into my head I give you what I want to give you Like a beautiful girl who has nothing to say And as her friend I will keep her a secret You're never gonna find out what I知 about We seem to thrive on it We seem to flourish We just keep getting so much shit Well, maybe I知 failing somewhere Because I kinda thought that it-- it would all work Flowers, flowers, flowers Flowers, flowers, flowers I just can't do it I just can't do it I can't, I can't let anybody get into my head I just can't do it I just can't do it I can't, I can't let anybody get into my head __________________ "Let's Let It" You figured it out The best always stands out in the end We're gonna be fine, you know And we'll have-- we値l have everything we want And we'll be able to travel in any country and be welcome And I feel that we're really on the right track I feel like I gotta do this Because it's gonna open doors again It's gonna make people say "Hey, anything can happen again Let's let it" __________________ |
"Running Away Trilogy (II)" Two weeks earlier my buddy The Ug had headed out to California to play football for San Jacinto College. At the time I was a real heavy surf rat and cal was a dream to me. I told him not to be surprised if I showed up one day. I looked up San Jacinto on the map and it was only 3 quarters of an inch from the beach so I figured that's where I'm heading. Down at the Greyhound station tickets were $95. And that only left me with $25 and a half an ounce. It was too late to go back home, my dad must have discovered me gone by now, along with his money and the shake, so I paid the man and stepped on the bus. There was something about the sound of the doors closing, and I listened to the engine revving up, and started crying uncontrollably. I looked out at my good friend Yonover who drove me down there. He was smiling real nervous. Couldn't believe I was going to do it. As the bus pulled passed him, I ducked so he wouldn't see me. I felt less ashamed crying in front of all the strangers around me. I had the feeling they all silently understood. The first fuel stop we made brought on new passengers. Amongst them was a frail girl about my age, with wavy chestnut hair. She headed towards the back of the bus. As she came up to me, our eyes locked. She blinked once real wide and then plopped down right next to me in the seat. Her name was Lucy. She was only going as far as Louisiana, but for two days, Lucy and I were lovers. We even had a fight once because she said I wasn't paying her enough attention. When her stop finally came, she scribbled down her address on a piece of Newsweek and kissed me goodbye. The same sick-feeling rose up in me. I clutched the piece of Newsweek as if she were still there, and ended up losing it the next day. __________________ "Godless" And most of the time you can get away with anything Some people are really outta their minds You know, I think that I'm not a loony and that they are If I feel like knocking somebody's head off, I will do so I end up killing a little girl But wait a minute, am I gonna get in trouble? Well, you know, I've got a really guilty conscious But it doesn't stop me If you didn't have a god to fear, what next? We're causing ourselves a lot of hardship We're also being slashed to bits At the same time we're cutting our throats And we're suffering Yeah, well, that's not my problem, that's the way I look at it If you didn't have a god to fear, what next? __________________ "The Kids in the Streets" Oh yeah Oh yeah And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! People think I知 crazy when I say we would take over this country What do you think? Power to the people! Come on, man, let's step up I ain't fuckin' around Let's step up, we can do it We can do it Alright, I知 with you, I'm with you 'Cause I ain't scared of shit And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! If I ever get shot in the head, you know who did it You go after that motherfucker 'Cause I got a big mouth, I got somethin' to say Me, I got a long life You all, man, keep fuckin' rockin' Keep fuckin' rockin' And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! I wanna take this so much further you wouldn't believe it Let's change 'em around, let's supe 'em up What is in it in a lifetime? What are you gonna get out of it after your life is over? Make it quick and burn out And then it's on to the next thing That sounds terrific And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! And the kids in the streets say "oh yeah" oh yeah! __________________ "Running Away Trilogy (III)" "Riverside," is what the man told me, "That's the closest station to San Jacinto. Riverside." I dragged my surfboard and my art supplies and my dufflebag off the bus and camped out around one of those plastic chairs. On my right was a disheveled young couple waiting for their friend, on my left was this little man. I asked him what he was doing there, he told me, "I just like to hang around bus stations. See the people." I asked if there was a hotel nearby, he said, "No, none. The station closes at 11 o'clock and the cops come by and sweep up all the vagrants." It was then 8:30. I called The Ug, and got through to his roommate. Please, tell Ug I'm at the Greyhound station in Riverside. I started feeling sick. The little man told me he lives down the street with his brother. And he was sure he wouldn't mind if I crashed there. All this time the couple on my right listened in on my conversation. When the man got up to make a call to his brother, the guy nudges me and says, "Hey, look kid, this guy is kind of funny. I don't know where you gotta go, but I will take you there myself." "Oh," I said, "that would be great!" I was so ingratiated to him. He had this big tattoo of a knife stabbing into a heart with blood dripping on his forearm. "Great tattoo," I said. "Yeah, had to put it there, covers my tracks. Cops keep hassling me for my tracks." It was 10:30 and their friend had finally arrived and they told me to go load up my stuff in the alley way in back. If they were planning to roll me, all they were gonna get was $10 and a quarter of an ounce of shake. I began to get the sensation of diving into ice water. I was ignoring my better judgment. For the first time in my life, I felt truly out of luck. But I was wrong. The alley door was open and through it came The Ug and two big guys who were obviously jocks. When I saw him I went screaming up to him, I jumped into his arms and I started kissing him. His friends were kind of distant to me, but by the end of our car ride back to San Jacinto, we had smoked them out with the rest of my shake. Ug gave me a place to stay. Ug, whose real name is Jimmy, was one of my closest surf buddies. His mom was kind of famous for having gone out with Murf the Surf. She told us stories about how she and Murf would go into hotels on the strip, posing as movers, and bring home all kinds of unreal furniture. Ug would point to a lamp and say, "See that? That's from the Deauville." Where we were staying, in San Jacinto, was actually about three hours from the beach. But I was glad to be staying anywhere with someone I knew. The unfortunate part is that we were living with 4 football players in a 1-bedroom apartment. There was this guy named Cozy, and he was also studying to be a gospel preacher, and he'd hang out in the shower screaming out the bible. And there was another guy whose name was Joe, and he had a real bad attitude, probably because he was the shortest guy on the team, and he was also on the third string. He called himself the Italian Stallion, he was the kind of guy who had no future, but remained on the team due to his hustle. Anyway, with all those guys around, my food started disappearing. Especially my string cheese. Some fucker liked it as much as I did and just kept eating it. Now I don't eat a lot, but when I do, my food had better be there waiting. So I had to figure out a plan to keep those vultures away from my food. After two weeks of frustration, I had a desperate idea. I went shopping. I bought all my favorite foods, including my string cheese. I put everything away in my little corner in the refrigerator just like always. Then I cracked open a string cheese, I ate a half. Then I went into the bathroom and jerked off on the other half. I placed it back in the wrapper, and then I put it back in the refrigerator. I gave it one day. The very next day, everyone was at home. I went to the refrigerator and I checked on my cheese. It was gone. I sat back down on the sofa, and I waited for my chance to speak. When there was a break in the insults, I said, "Uh, hey, you wanna know what I did? Well, you see some fucker kept eating my string cheese so I went into the bathroom and jerked off all over it and then I put it back into the refrigerator and sure enough someone ate it." Well of course, everyone denied it. But I think it was Joe, because he was real indignant to me after that. I could tell he wanted to kick my ass but you see he couldn't because that would be admitting to it. And from that day on, no one ever ate my food again. __________________ "Phase Two" Phase two is actually a reoccurrence of phase one |
