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In a candle-lit, incense-filled room three members of Proper iD gathered and allowed Sid to speak. This is the result.
lyrics
Justice For Sid
Let's start...
Sex Pistol Sid Vicious almost collapsed in court yesterday when he was accused of murdering his blonde girlfriend Nancy Spungen
Vicious in a trance
In court, Vicious was helped to a chair as he staggered and buckled at the knees
Sid Vicious (unintelligible)
I want justice for my son, Sid!
Mother of punk star Sid Vicious accused of murdering his girlfriend said last night, "I want justice for my Sid!"
I didn't do it, ma!
Sid Vicious dies in drug drama (unintelligible)
The girlfriend Michelle Robinson
was completely unaware
that he had died,
that he had died,
that he had died
while he slept
In a candle-lit, incense-filled room a...
dark-haired woman scrawls...
she...
groans in vain as the pen leaps across the page the words she writes are...
violent and blasphemous...
Sid Vicious dead for...
months...
is telling the world his story!
We were talking about the love between us all and the people who hide their themselves behind a wall of illusion, never glimpsing truth until it's far too late when they slip away
No-one remembers my sweet pistol
Punk was a ribbon that a careless girl wore
No-one remembers my sweet pistol
Punk was a ribbon that a careless girl wore
No-one sings about their true love
everyone crowds for a drink at the bar
He was her little lad
The boy she adored
When he died he left behind the paraphernalia
of a Punk Rock star
Like a game of Three Card Monte
Dead at the Chelsea
Like a bad game of Three Card Monte
The King's never where he's supposed to be
Unintelligible
Game of three card monte
The king's never where he's supposed to be
Unintelligible
Sid don't leave me
Sid don't leave me
Alone with Johnnie
Sid don't leave me
alone with Stevie
No-one remembers my sweet pistol
I'm a six-gun
I'm a six-gun
Dead at 21
And now the time has come
to face the final curtain
Hey, come on, come on
Ride me, ride me, ride me,
into the sun
Lach - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Norman England - Electric Guitar
Geoff Notkin - Bass
Drums and Effects - Notkin & England
Produced and Engineered by Geoff Notkin at Carbon Sound, Hoboken NJ, USA on November 10, 1990.
Cover art by Lach
Strummer meets Alabama Three. Spin it loud getting dressed for Saturday night, play loud passing a joint to the backseat on yr way to the gig, listen again w/ Sunday coffee to relive Saturday's glory. Lach
supported by 5 fans who also own “Justice For Sid”
I have a kid who was a baby when the pandemic started and a toddler now. When he’s older and asks what the pandemic is like I’m gonna put this album on and pour myself a drink- this covers it all. Feels surreal to imagine ever having the privilege of going to see a Jeffrey Lewis show again but it’s top of my list when this crap is over. savanns