The first line of melody in this song is 30 syllables long. Let's just compare that to the first line of "Jump" by Van Halen, a perfect baseline if you ask me, which manages 9.

The supreme serpentine length of phrases in "Saint Simon" isn't the sole story here; each winding line is also so smart, so catchy, so fun to sing.

The changes are excellent: A bright, simpler chorus with subtle vibraphone counter melodies. A rad guitar-harmony instrumental, leading to the song's centerpiece, these multi-vocal, multi-instrumental tapestries. They're not choruses, not bridges, not verses, just apparently the music we need to hear.

The lyrics take on the unreliability of both scientific and religious explanations for finding answers, while the title invokes the name of an early proto-socialist theorist named Henri de Saint-Simon, who theorized the hell out of things back in the golden age of bookish people in highly militarized early-industrial Western nations developing Theories of Everything that too many people take too seriously even to this very day, regardless of all the wars and suffering these sociological Stitch Fixers have caused with their conceits.

The compressed word-intelligence of these lyrics make them all worth your enjoyment, but my favorite sequence is this couplet:

"Nothing holds a Roman candle to the solemn warmth you feel
There's no measuring of it as nothing else is love"

Nothing else is love.

To measure, you must compare. But what other substance in the universe is of any comparable elemental consistency to love?

Accept no substitute.