Lot of great comments here, pointing that to really understand something, you need to invest in understanding the context. A moment that drove this home for me was hearing “I’m Waiting For The Day” for the first time, nodding along to some cliched lyrics with sentimental swelling strings, and then BAM you get hit with the change up. Suddenly there’s a maudlin, jangling arrangement over syncopated rhythm that staggers into Brian Wilson baring his teeth, all gloating and possessive, with direct physical imagery replacing the dewy euphemisms the song starts with. It’s physical, but there’s nothing romantic about it. Then you’re back in the gentle strings, with Brian Wilson whispering sweet reassurances and you can never hear this song, or perhaps any of the top 40 songs of the time it imitates in the same way again. It’s the kind of song that could change your world if you were a teenager in the 60s, or now.