Excellent example of how good a lack of a structured chorus can be.

I’m standing on this corner.
Can’t get their attention.
Facing rush hour faces turned around.
I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest,
then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
I’m weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
and waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
in all that I could never overcome?
How I don’t know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you.
How you don’t know where you should look, so you look at my hands.
How movements rise and then dissolve, melted by our shallow breath.
How causes dance away from me.
I am your pamphleteer.

I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner,
contemplate my next communique.
The rhetoric and treason of saying that I’ll miss you.
Of saying “Hey, well maybe you should stay.”
Sing “Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one”
like me remembering the way it could have been.
Help me with this barricade.
No surrender. No defeat.
A spectre’s haunting Albert Street.
I am your pamphleteer.

–The Weakerthans, Pamphleteer
Left & Leaving

I used this song in a paper to talk about different kinds of song structure–ie, chorus-less ones. Here, the bolded part, has a such a great vocal build and then instrumental break that gives me the same kind of chills every time. And it doesn’t need a repeated chorus or something, just the one line and sad descending chords. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity…it’s also about socially fucking up, which is always a good song topic.