Neil Young knows wrote a song about soul. Loved the tune but based on the lyrics I am not sure he is to be taken too seriously on the topic of soul.
Oh hello Mr. Soul I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin’
I’ll cop out to the change but a stranger is putting the tease on
I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
She said you’re strange but don’t change and I let her
In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change I don’t know why don’t you ask her
Is it strange I should change I don’t know why don’t you ask her
Is it strange I should change I don’t know why don’t you ask her
Is it strange I should change I don’t know why don’t you ask her
The lyrics to Mr. Soul reminds me of how much I thoroughly enjoy the lyrics from the jazz age, big band era, or from the Great American Standards songbook.