The Filth and the Fury Page #6

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Banned in this town, and being | banned in that town.

And it really wasn't | about us playing any more,

it was about this controversy | that we were like,

throwing up on stage, | and spitting.

And I remember going | across the Pennines,

being followed by a fleet | of press people,

and we went to stop | to get coffee and a sandwich,

and we could hear what these | press people were saying.

One press guy | said to the other,

"Did you get anything?" | and the other one said,

"l got two 'fucks' and a 'sh*t' | from Johnny Rotten."

Can I now turn to Bernard | Brook-Partridge in London...

Most of these groups would be | vastly improved by sudden death.

The worst, currently, | are the Sex Pistols.

They are the antithesis | of humankind...

And the whole world | would be vastly improved

by their total and utter | non-existence.

# You're a liar #

# Lie, lie, lie, lie... #

The day Johnny Rotten goes back on | the words he writes in his songs,

is the day he dies. | I know that for a fact.

I think people did feel | that this was...

this was a sort of | a downhill thing,

and was a monster in our | presence, and actually would,

cause problems of image | for the record industry.

At that point, someone at EMI | took the decision

that they no longer wished | to have the act on the label.

This is about EMl.

They're major labels | with major attitudes,

and they want everything to be | fake and easily manipulative.

And you can't be having that | with people like us.

- Let's call it chaos! | - Itjust doesn't happen.

# An unlimited supply #

# And there is no reason why #

They told us | that they were unable

to continue | to promote the act --

and would we kindly leave.

# E-M-l #

"Let's call it chaos!"

# E-M-l #

"Let's call it chaos!"

# E-M-l #

"Let's call it chaos!"

Ouch.

# ...With an unlimited | supply #

# That was the only reason #

# We all had to say goodbye #

# Unlimited supply -- | E-M-l #

# There is no reason why -- | E-M-l #

# Unlimited supply #

# E-M-l #

# Hello, EMI #

# Good -- bye! #

It started with John and Glen | falling out, really.

Over what, | I don't really know,

just a clash of personalities, | et cetera.

When you talk | like an arsehole...

and look like an arsehole, | you're an arsehole.

There was obviously a big | problem between me and John.

I felt that once John | got his face in the papers,

he'd become | a different person --

which I didn't | particularly like.

When we went to Holland, my last | gig with them was at the Paradiso.

I felt everybody | was on my case.

He was always complaining | that we were too outrageous,

and it's a funny thing, | but he was always washing himself.

Whenever we'd get | into a hotel,

he'd be washing his | f***ing feet in the sink.

Me and Steve were like that, | I suppose,

and John always felt | on the outside.

He thought by bringing Sid in, | he would have someone there,

Iike a partner, you know?

Someone a bit closer to him.

I'd heard that they'd been | rehearsing with Sid.

Nobody had the courtesy | to tell me.

# I've seen you in the mirror | when the story began #

# And I fell in love with you | I love your mortal sin... #

It had become like | a cartoon strip band,

as opposed to a rock and roll | band that actually plays

and does something for real.

# I got no emotions | for anybody else #

# You better understand | I'm in love with myself #

Glen had reached a point | where he decided

that the band's direction | was absolutely alien

to anything he wanted | to be associated with.

That's absolute bollocks.

I think one of Malcolm's games | was, sort of divide and conquer.

Malcolm had told John | I'd said a lot of stuff

which I hadn't said, | and Malcolm had told me

John had said a lot | of stuff that he hadn't said.

I respect him. | I always did.

He taught them to play.

I kind of regretted | him leaving...

because Sid couldn't play | a f***ing note.

# ...see his picture hanging | on your wall #

I feel guilty about Sid,

because I wish I could have | told him more...

about what to expect.

Well... I was getting | my own group together,

"The Flowers of Romance,"

and Rotten asked me | if I wanted to join the --

there was this big hoo-ha, | and Malcolm said,

"lt's all a big secret, man," | you know...

"Come down to this pub | at such and such and that,"

and I thought they were | gonna do me over

'cause I didn't turn up to one | of Rotten's parties or something.

He gets touchy | over things like that.

And... I went down there | and he said,

"Do you wanna play bass | for the Sex Pistols?"

# Turn the page and it's | the scoop of the century #

# Don't wanna be I seven | I've had enough of this #

# This is brainwash | and this is a clue #

# To the stars | who fooled you #

Sid was my mate.

Very, very close mate.

He'd just -- | Iaugh at everything.

Genius in that way, | and his name was John.

# I got you in the camera, | I got you in my camera #

# A second of your life | ruined for life #

We'd do lots of mad things | together, me and Sid.

We used to busk too, | for money...

Me with a violin, | Sid with a tambourine,

maybe a broken guitar, | doing Alice Cooper songs.

"l Love the Dead" | was our favorite.

That would get us | the most money.

"Just please shut up."

"Here -- take the money, | go somewhere else."

Why dost thou spit -- | at me?

The best time of the band of all | was when Sid firstjoined,

and he was really determined | to learn the bass

and fit in and be part | of the band.

He definitely looked great, | Sid...

Yeah, he definitely was a face. | A real laugh.

He used to take the piss | out of Rotten.

All I did was cash in | on the fact

that I'm good-looking, | and I have a good figure,

and girls like me.

What do they want, a f***ing | angel in flares and an anorak?

'Cause if they want that...

that ain't me, baby.

Found myself in this rather | curious little shop,

in the company of Johnny Rotten, | Sid Vicious,

and other assorted | Sex Pistols.

Hello, Mr. Nimmo.

And the last they heard, | a donkey had him cornered

up a back alley in Fulham.

After EMI dumped | the Sex Pistols,

A&M Records picked them up,

and staged a contract signing | ceremony

in front of Buckingham Palace.

Malcolm was honest | in one respect...

That he always said | he had no control over us.

And he didn't.

And a bloody good punch-up, | in a limo,

before a signing | was not really unusual.

It was a good fight, too.

"No, you're the biggest c*nt,"

"No, you're the worst c*nt,"

"No, you're the c*nt," | et cetera, et cetera.

There was only one c*nt | I wanted to smack,

and that was Malcolm. | Then the door opened,

and then we had to do | the signing.

At this point, | the Sex Pistols,

despite having been fired, | were not exactly suffering.

Here they were, | signing a new contract

that could make them | a lot of money,

and they already had a song | to record for A&M

in honor of the Queen's | jubilee.

Sid's father | was a Grenadier guard.

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