What starts out as bland, generic caucasian folk rock turns into something hella-funky and soulfully surreal. But that's what you get when your music is arranged by Barry White AND Gene Page. White presides over it all as producer, and without his and Page's hands in it, this track could have been lost in obscurity forever. It definitely gets the spidey sense going, like something's terribly wrong here, but I love it anyway. Does it do that for you? Like knowing you're about to see a car crash but you can't look away, and you're enjoying it somehow? Yep. This one's definitely a keeper. Thank you, dollar bill.