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Logan Harvey

from Ipse Dixit by Zephaniah Stringfield

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Winner of 2021 New Mexico Music Awards in "Bluegrass" category

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Logan Harvey, Logan Harvey, born of British blood
Filled his head with Kerouac and then away he run
Hopped across the big old pond one way headed west
Wished his Ma and Pa so long and flew out of his nest

Made his way to Monterey Bay where the ocean air was nice
Built himself a driftwood home thinking it was paradise
I don’t know what made him go thumbing Cali down
Bakersfield to Barstow town, Arizona bound

Cali-Zo-New-Mexi-Homa, Tex-Ar-Kansas-Tennessee
Logan Harvey made his rounds living out his fantasy
Have to say I did the same one day long ago
And in all my years of travellin’ I ain’t never made it home

Logan Harvey, having hardly no water to his name
Drenched himself in cheap champagne to cool his aching brain
Feeling like a Thompson type lost in the USA
Caught a ride to the Texas side and hurried on his way

Amarillo armadillo, roadside casualty
Dusty plains and fast-food chains was all that he could see
Couldn’t buy the big white lie of American excess
Disillusioned with the town, he missed the best southwest

Cali-Zo-New-Mexi-Homa, Tex-Ar-Kansas-Tennessee
Logan Harvey made his rounds living out his fantasy
Have to say I did the same one day long ago
And in all my years of travellin’ I ain’t never made it home

But oh my god I see, the devil in you is the devil in me
And it’s a long road we walk upon to say that we are free
We may never make it home, we may never make it home

I was out in OKC at a station in the night
He was there leaning debonairly ‘neath an old streetlight
Derby hat and big backpack, smelling strong of beer
I watched him move through the humid air as he started coming near

Boarded up on a greyhound bus and found an empty bench
Talked about a common thirst that we could never quench
Logan Harvey, Logan Harvey, where could you have gone?
With your whiskey flask and photographs, wandering ever on

Cali-Zo-New-Mexi-Homa, Tex-Ar-Kansas-Tennessee
Logan Harvey made his rounds living out his fantasy
Have to say I did the same one day long ago
And in all my years of travellin’ I ain’t never made it home

But oh my god I see, the devil in you is the devil in me
And it’s a long road we walk upon to say that we are free
We may never make it home, we may never make it
Oh my god I see, the devil in you is the devil in me
And it’s a long road we walk upon to say that we are free
We may never make it home, we may never make it home

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from Ipse Dixit, released June 1, 2021

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Zephaniah Stringfield Taos, New Mexico

If you ever get the urge to get in your car and take off without a plan, Zephaniah’s voice is your ideal traveling companion. If your date didn’t show at the bar, and you need the music to become your human connection for the night, he’s got you covered. His songs are the type you can never quite believe you are hearing for the first time, and he made them for you. ... more

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