Neil Young - Mr. Soul [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
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 pleasing
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?