He is a lonely visitor

Back in the 70s, he was one of the coolest people in the rock’n’roll scene. Not only musically: his look was the way we were trying to dress ourself.



Two songs among the truckload of great songs he wrote in those days, are still to me some of the best 70s songs, cause they are the perfect description of how an era ended (the 60s with all his dreams) and how it was to survive with no dreams anymore. I’m talking about Ambulance Blues (which, of course, have some of the coolest lyrics ever written in a rock song) and Campaigner.
Neil Young should remember he wrote a song like this.



CAMPAIGNER

I am a lonely visitor.
I came to late to cause a stir,
Though I campaigned all my life
towards that goal.
I hardly slept the night you wept
Our secret's safe and still well kept
Where even Richard Nixon has got soul.
Even Richard Nixon has got
Soul.

Traffic cops are all color blind.
People steal from their own kind.
Evening comes to early for a stroll.
Down neon streets the streaker streaks.
The speaker speaks,
but the truth still leaks,
Where even Richard Nixon has got soul.
Even Richard Nixon has got it,
Soul.

The podium rocks in the crowded waves.
The speaker talks of the beautiful saves
That went down long before
he played this role
For the hotel queens and the magazines,
Test tube genes and slot machines
Where even Richard Nixon got soul.
Even Richard Nixon has got it,
Soul.

Hospitals have made him cry,
But there's always a free way in his eye,
Though his beach just got
too crowded for his stroll.
Roads stretch out like healthy veins,
And wild gift horses strain the reins,
Where even Richard Nixon has got soul.
Even Richard Nixon has got
Soul.

I am a lonely visitor.
I came to late to cause a stir,
Though I campaigned all my life
towards that goal.