The sweet spot in Scott Walker's career where, admittedly, he was writing opaque songs about CIA-sponsored torture in South America, but accompanied his lyrics with gorgeous soaring orchestration, cascading harp and languid flamenco guitar.
Proto-weird-Scott-Walker; have an unsettling weekend, all!
baby it's slooowwww
Thank you to @andyzax for pointing the way to this one
The final, distinctly odd, single by The Walker Brothers.