Where the lyric seems to hit the music at just the right angle with the voice stretched into an emotion far grander than the actual lyric itself requires. In fact, the lyric is often nothing at all - as the previously mentioned "I'm going to Wichita...." proves.
I was thinking of this last night,and jumped onto Spotify to have a rummage whilst running in my new £20 speakers (it's important to splash out on state-of-the-art technology in these troubled times). So here's some examples that pleased me yesterday.
"You give me road rage" - Catatonia (all Welsh)
"There's a black cat lying in the shadow of a gate-post" - Hothouse Flowers (all Irish)
"The closest thing to heaven is rock and roll" - Aztec Camera (all Scottish)
"Just a thin clean layer of Mr Sheen looking back at me" - The Jam (all suburban angst)
"Anyone who had a heart would love me too" - Cilla Black (all Scouse)
"Leroy says send a picture, Leroy says hallo, Leroy says..." - Michelle Shocked (all jilted lesbian)
"Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair" - Dylan
(all, um, Dylan - Blood on the Tracks has about 30 such moments)
"When I go, I'm going like Elsie" Liza Minnelli - (all pink-sequinned campervan)
Obviously I was blotto by the time I was searching through old musicals.
More please...
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