Parallel Lines Lyrics & Chords By Vic Godard & The Subway Sect

It's the twentieth century, it's picking up speed, Everyone's out for number one, Creatures of habit, fashion and style, Not time for love, we're on the run. ...read more

The road blinds a white man We don't want to walk on the pavement Paint on your canvas, see the colours blow the critics moan Paint on your canvas, lose control Parallel...read more

If you found the words, would you really say them? Or stutter through the verse, with mumbled punctuation? Remembering the line, an empty metaphor That you savored by yourself,...read more

What's the immaterial substance that envelopes two
One perceives as hunger and the other as food
I wake in tangled covers to a sash of snow
You dream in a cartoon...read more

There's no sound, no one around Half the sun's gone underground All the dead still hold their heads But their old weeping won't resound As we drag our western talks ...read more