by Brian Eno (Here Come The Warm Jets, 1974)
Chugging guitars, thudding drums and shouty barely distinguishable lyrics, all wrapped up in a vortex of distortion and feedback; the sounds that envelop almost all the three minutes and eleven seconds of the opening track off Eno's first album after Roxy Music. I say almost all because just after the half way point come four breaks in an infectiously bouncing, scaling guitar solo that somehow seamlessly sews together four instances of complete silence.
The song has a happy, care-free feel to it that is evoked through the shouty delivery of the lyrics, which in itself shows a lack of concern about singing 'properly'. This overall feeling of couldn't-care-less-ness is summed up in the most recognizable lyrics of the song, “Why ask why? For the by and by and by”.
Even though Eno urges us to pay his lyrics no heed you can't help but wonder if these lyrics reflect the once-destined-to-be art teacher's chance meeting in a subway station that threw him into music.