a taste of what I like in a fine song - the words can stand alone without the music - or as in the case of Cohen's "Democracy" BETTER without the music. 

"It's coming through a hole in the air...

From those nights in Tienamen Square

From those wars against disorder

From the sirens night and day

Democracy is coming to the USA"

Hartford's "Gentle on My Mind"

Though the wheatfields and the clotheslines

And the junkyards and the highways come between us

When I walk along some lonely track and find

That you're movin on the backroads

By the rivers of my memory

And for hours you're just gentle on my mind"

and Jones' Running from Mercy

Running from mercy

Hidden and coy

swim in our sleep

down oceans of joy

die in the arms of natural life

wake in our happiness

drowning in light

and, well I wasn't going to, but -

The moon just went behind the clouds

to hide is face and cry

of course it's Williams: I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry