"God Only Knows"
Grown men shed tears. The lyrics, instrumentation, harmonics, you name it: the song is a classic.
What happens? Halfway through the song, we head into pre-progressive rock teritory. Theme, minor diversion, and back to the main theme. Robert Fripp takes note; progressive rock is born.
Now, let's take the housewive's favrouite: Burt Bacharach, "South American Getaway".
The song has instant appeal: rather than write yet another bastard song based around clever instrument arrangment, we have voices, minimal instrumentation and no lyrics.
It's just as much a precurser to prog as Brian Wilson, but because Bacharach is the composer, he is deprived due recognition deserved.
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