Anyway, here's another song inspired by the life and times of Layne Staley, although Courtney Love reportedly was upset thinking it was exclusively about her:
MUDHONEY
Into Yer Shtik
Lyrics:
You're so tormented
Demented
Indebted
To all the assholes
Just like you
Who've come and gone
Before you predictable
Just plain dull
Why don't you
Blow your brains out, too
You're so into yer shtik
You're so hounded
Ungrounded
Surrounded
By scum suckin' leeches
Who will shovel your shit
Sweep your dirt up before and after, man
Feed your ego
They never tell you no
All of you
Make me sick
You're so into yer shtik
And they're all into your shtik
Well, Mitchell's got a new girl
She's nineteen
Hollywood model
Star of the screen
Well, she's up here
To support the scene
It's all part
Of his rock and roll fantasy
Stan was at the bar
With bandaged hands
They tried to dry him out
And he got mad
Cut his fist
Punchin' hospital glass
Made his myth
Now he's trapped
Susie's just a girl
Who's doin' her job
That came to New York
And wanted a car
Workin' with the management
To the stars
Kissin' ass
Is a part of the job
Well, it's part of the job
Yeah, it's part of the job
Oh she loves her job
What the hell
She does it so well
I'm not perfect
I've lived a life of mistakes
I'm not perfect
But there's one thing I can't take
You are into yer shtik
You're so into yer shtik
And they're so into yer shtik
Fuck you, you make me sick
Youtube link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9acFE75pI6M
In words of Mark Arm (Taken from the book, "Grunge Is Dead: The Oral History Of Seattle Rock Music", by Greg Prato):
"Pearl Jam did this satellite radio thing -they did that twice and we played both of them. Mad Season played one, and i remember Layne coming in- he had his hair up in this knob off the top of his head. He was so thin, and greenish-grey. I had a hard time looking at him. I didn't even have the guts to go talk to him. The whole thing made me squeamish, and reminded me of my own bad times. Even if i did talk to him, i don't know what i would have said. Seeing him so far down the line on this trajectory that he had set for himself made me queasy. It seemed to me like once he discovered heroin, he decided he was going to fully embrace it. Based on the songs on "Dirt", he just jumped in. There was no turning back. It was unfortunate and pathetic. That was the myth he made for himself, and he was living it out. The reference to him in "Into Yer Shtik" is about that. Once he created his persona of a wasted rock star, he had to follow it to its ugly conclusion".
Here's a photo taken the same day as the Pollution radio session mentioned by Mark Arm:
The performance of "Lifeless Dead" that appears as an extra on the VHS tape "Mad Season: Live At The Moore" is also from this session:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aR9FDIaP4fE