The Filth and the Fury Page #3

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I manipulated.

So, creating something | called the "Sex Pistols"

was my painting, | my sculpture,

my little "Artful Dodgers."

Humph -- | you don't create me...

I am me.

There is a difference.

Everyone on the planet | knows Malcolm's full of sh*t.

He's convinced people now | that he's full of sh*t,

by all the sh*t that he says, | it gets worse and worse.

And the idea of the name | "Sex Pistols"

was sexy young assassins. | "Pistol" meaning a gun --

and then "pistol" meaning | a kind of penis.

There was never a relationship | with the manager -- for me,

other than he would always try | to steal my ideas,

and claim them | to be his own.

I had to accept | that he was the manager

because he was their manager | before I joined the band.

I think they're the same | f***ing star sign.

They're the same kind | of personality.

They were always | butting heads.

It was definitely John | who steered the ship

into the way we looked.

Torn, safety pin, | zips all over the gaff,

third rate tramp thing.

That was poverty, really. | Lack of money.

The arse of your | pants falls out,

you just use safety pins.

And I always used | to call him "rotten,"

'cause his f***ing teeth | were like, dreadful,

they looked like dog-ends,

and -- itjust stuck.

Steve always looked like | a hairdresser on the high road.

He had a perm,

and unfortunately, | it became permanent.

I don't have any heroes.

They're all useless.

I mean, there's no bands around, | is there?

None.

None that are accessible.

It's Emerson, Lake and Palmer.

All those super bands | at that time --

Emerson, Lake and Palmer, | Yes -- they were dinosaurs,

They were dreadful, because | they were f***ing boring.

Uriah Heep... | F***ing, you know... Gong!

I wanted the Sex Pistols | to compete

with the Bay City Rollers!

Can you imagine Johnny Rotten | singing "Shang-a-Lang"?

# Shang-a-lang #

# Shang-a-lang #

# Shang-a-lang, | shang-a-lang #

Ugh-hh!

Stradivarius -- | was a terrible painter...

and Rembrandt -- | made rotten violins.

I got interested in the arts,

and ended up going | to St. Martin's for a year.

I walked in there and asked | to see the social secretary,

and this guy said, | "Well, I am."

And it was Sebastian Conran.

And he said, "Well, what's | the name of your band?"

And I said, "The Sex Pistols," | and Sebastian went --

"The Sex Pistols? | Oh, we must have them."

I remembered being | just f***ing terrified,

and I had to take a Mandrax | to calm down.

Hello.

Hello, | I'm pissed again.

I think I took two Mandrax. | We went up there,

and it was all these arty-farty | f***ers in this one room.

There was no stage,

and there was another band | called "Bazooka Joe"

that Adam Ant | was the bass player in,

and we were all | knocking the pints back --

and it was time to go on, | and the Mandrax were kicking in,

and we started playing...

# ...you to know | that I ain't your baby #

# I want you to know | I don't care #

I remembered looking | at John, and thinking,

"This is f***ing fantastic. | I love this."

It was like one of them | magical moments.

Everything in the universe | f***ing clicked.

# What'cha gonna do | about it... #

Glen definitely wanted to be | on "Top of the Pops."

# I want you to know | I don't care... #

# I want you to know | that I love you baby... #

To me, that's really naff.

It's saying, "l want you to know | I don't care"

Comes quite naturally.

If I take other people's songs, | I put a twist on them.

Finally -- we're actually | playing in a band,

I ain't the singer, | I'm comfortable playing the guitar --

mind you, | I was f***ed up --

and next thing I know, | they've pulled the plug on us,

and it was all over. | We're just like out of it,

and wandering around | down Piccadilly Circus.

I die of nerves | before I go on stage,

cause I don't know | what I'm gonna do.

And because of that, | I'd have to just pull things out

from deep down inside.

Hello -- # 76 trombones | to the hit parade #

Look, there's Arthur Askey | in there.

There's Ken Dodd -- | # We are the Daddymen... #

# We come from Notty Ash #

There's even...

"There's nothing wrong | with me."

- Do we know any... | - Oi...

Do we know any other | f***ing songs that we could do?

What England didn't understand | about the Sex Pistols

is that we are music hall.

Shall we do "Roadrunner"?

I hate that. | It's f***ing awful. Stop it.

Stop it, | it's f***ing awful!

There was always a sense | of piss take, and fun to it.

Shout out what -- how it starts. | What's the first line?

There's a sense of comedy | in the English,

even in your grimmest moment.

Right-- can you start | at the beginning?

I can't hear you, Paul.

You laugh.

Who wants a bunk-up?

Who wants a bunk-up?

Who wants a bunk-up?

# With the radio on... #

"...Deform'd, unfinish'd..."

# Roadrunner, roadrunner...

"Deform'd, unfinish'd..."

Deform'd, unfinish'd...

One week we'd be | playing up in high Wycombe

opening up | for Screaming Lord Sutch,

and I remember seeing | some faces, guys with long hair.

"When all other indications | suggest..."

When all other indications | suggest...

Then, a week later, | we'd be playing at "The Nashville,"

...that we're in | for a dirty night.

"...a dirty night."

And I'd see the same people | with their hair cut short,

and wearing a ripped-up | t-shirt.

# Goin' a thousand miles | an hour #

Every gig you'd see a few more, | and a few more, and a few more,

people who just got converted.

The Sex Pistols definitely | created new environments.

It was incredible good to see | the audience being individual.

# ...radio on... #

# Roadrunner, roadrunner... #

"Ain't nothing wrong with me."

Oh, God, I don't know it. | F***ing ridiculous.

There was some absolutely stunning | original people out there.

"There's nothing wrong with me."

Sioux cat woman...

That woman required a lot | of skill, style and bravery...

to look like a cat.

There was a couple | of years there

where it was stunning.

People that had no self-respect | suddenly started to view themselves

as beautiful in | not being beautiful.

Women started | to appreciate themselves

as not second class citizens.

Punk made that clear.

I've always talked | to the audience

in a one-to-one way | after gigs.

"Where do you live? | What's life like for you?"

Absolute basics.

# She put her bicycle #

# under a tree #

# I think that girl took | a fancy to me... #

But it was fun, I guess, | talking to them.

Actually, I didn't give a | f*** about talking about the band,

I just wanted to get | me dick sucked, really.

That was always the first thing | on my mind.

I wasn't interested in talking | about politics after the show,

I didn't even know who the f***ing | Prime Minister was at the time.

# Let's have a ride | on your bike #

I pretty much just wanted | to have a bunk-up,

Iike any good teenager does.

# I was born with a plastic | spoon in my mouth... #

# You didn't look me | in the eye #

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