Encoule’s View

John Lydon’s words & the Sex Pistols refusal to be absorbed into the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame is the ultimate celebration of 30 years of Punk Rock. Lydon’s child like scrawl & his defiant message say more about the true spirit of Punk Rock than a thousand retrospectives.

Greedy record companies can repackage & expand, floundering mainstream glossies can commission & revise, synthetic style mags can reference & imply – but they will never understand. Punk Rock = Love Not Lucre, baby.

They said we were dirty, they said we were filthy, they said we were never going to last - but despite Ucunt & Wolfmother’s attempts to convince the world it’s still 1974 – Punk Rock is as alive in 2006 as it was in 1976.

The merest suggestion of being presented with a Brit Award is enough to make Lydon’s blood boil:

I don't want to know. They're wasting their time and they've been doing that for a long time. They think they can just come along and use us. We're not a prop. We were never anyone's prop. They're just trying to glean some credibility. I wrote something that meant something and had a serious effect on society. That's a lifetime achievement. If they find themselves in a dumb-arse predicament it's because they didn't listen in the first place. The only person they can blame for getting the music industry in a state of arseholes is themselves. It's too late to come back and go, 'Oh, help us out.'

Read these words & be inspired:

God Save The Queen (Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten)

God save the queen
The fascist regime
It made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want
Don't be told what you need
There's no future
No future
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems
Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in the human machine
We're the future
Your future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
She ain't no human being
There is no future
In England's dreaming

No future
No future
No future for you

No future
No future
No future for me

No future
No future
No future for you

No future
No future for you

Here’s 1 chord, here’s another – now go form a group.