One of the things that makes a song good for and memorable to me is its ability to consistently create images in my mind in a way that I do not completely understand—this is the stuff of my (our?) dream zones and probably closer to "surrealism" than the one hundred and one incorrect usages so many people have for that word today (SEE: the banalization of surrealism).
When I listen to Order for Order, from Colin Newman's A-Z, images of a person in fearful flight (on foot) come into my mind. He (I picture him as a "he" in my mind because I'm a "he," no doubt) is running from something horrible, something life threatening. I can see him running through a tunnel lit only by spooky green lights, like the underpasses through the mountains on the PA Turnpike route to Pittsburgh from points east. A scared, sweating man running for his life, looking back wide eyed from time to time at the risk of stumbling and falling since he does not slacken his pace when he looks behind him. I find the whole album drenched with paranoia, discomfort and fear, but this song is imbued with the physicality of the strong and natural reaction to those feelings. The song does not evoke a sense of me in a dark corner contemplating my inevitable doom with waves of angst undulating outward from where I sit, but of me running away from something that is trying to kill me. Weird, huh? Give it a listen: