Wow.  8 1/2 years between plays. 

Despite it's heavy rotation here on RP, I'll still give it an 8. 

And alert Secret Service agents quickly wrestled the OP to the ground.

Wow. Not surprised you heathens miss the subliminal Christian message. 

And if you listen very hard, the truth will come to you at last:
Exactly 666 refrains in, you can CLEARLY hear him sing, "There's always The Son."

BAM! You just got punked by The Stranglers' "Always The Son" — a favorite played (& played & played & played) in revival tents worldwide.

Bonus Feature on original album sleeve notes:

What is there always?
A: The Sun
B: The Son
C: Thus, son
D: This song
E: This On (and on, and on, and on, and on...)

   I've been to some pretty cool shows, and seen some obscure bands in fantastic small venues, but you and Scott have some of the best ever encounters.

I understand how that could be true for quite a few different albums, including London Calling - it was pretty epic to me, especially added that I was at the concert where the cover photo was taken.  I guess it depends on how important music is to each individual.

I was working as a roofer in Texas during the summer of '81. We used to bring a small boom box up on the roof with us to listen to the radio while we worked.  One day, just before quitting time, "Rocket Man" came on the station we were listening to when Wade declared, "I'M A ROCKET-MAN!" and jumped off the roof. Broken ankle, trip to ER, and workman's comp—clearly that "smoke-break" he had in his car at lunchtime was more than the usual Marlboro Reds he usually smoked.  

This one's for you Wade—not the cleverest Rocket-Man out there.

                              

This album changed my life when it came out. Simply brilliant.

S-curvy wrote: 
They have three stomachs so they can produce three times the tripe.

Their song about being homeless ("Won't Get Food Again") and this one are the only 2 Who songs I like.

               
 
                                     

More of an EP for me.

Wrong album. That comes later.

Can't remember if this has been posted already but it is one of the epics:
Nick Drake — Cello Song

Suddenly it's a very quiet Sunday morning in 1982 and I'm sitting in a hospital ward full of indigent women in various stages of labor and this comes on the eclectic radio program I listen to.
Cup of coffee. Some quiet periodic moaning in the background, waiting for one of the recent Vietnamese immigrant women to announce that she needs the toilet. She'll really go in the bathroom, stand on the seat, squat, and try to deliver the baby without us knowing. We'll encourage her to lay on her back and do it the more difficult way, the way it wasn't done for all the other millennia.

It's a room full of quiet, joyful, subtle expectation and (mostly) happiness.
That's what this tune always brings out in me - but especially this quiet beautiful Sunday.

Thanks, BillG 

Hit up the youtubes vid of someone playing Sweet Jane on a turntable that steelydmax posted below. About 2 minutes in...