The Haunting of James Dean
by Jessica Strongwater
A blacked-out sports car, racin’ through a red, Screechin’ with a guilty cry, fleein’ from a fed, Cacklin’ that his hands were clean, as he left the town ablaze,
I survived the embers, but it burns me to remember. . . the liar, taking my front seat, with a gun to my head,
With blue eyes like that old James Dean - he’ll haunt me till I’m good and dead.
How he haunts me - lookin’ like James Dean, His face on every screen, I plead: James Dean, I’ve lost him once before, I’ll shake him once more. But like most sleepless nights, forgetting him will sting! Can’t escape the haunting of James Dean.
He’s still out there drinkin’, the idea he’s “not like them.” Circlin’with the vultures, above all other men. Years flew by, and I cried and cried. I prayed he would disappear. Then he sent a letter, calling me his dear — he wrote
“Don’t you wish we could go back in time instead? Erase our misfortune, ride the tires until they shred?”
But I saw the kerosine glisten, and his hand lightin’ the match! So I’ll sign “return to sender,” smudge a mark with ash to haunt his heart.
How he taunts me with a postcard of James Dean. That face from the silver screen, he’ll see, James Dean - I faced him once before, I’ll forget him once more. But like most sleepless nights, forgiving him will sting! Can I escape the haunting of James Dean?
Try, try to run, try to frame me, toss the blame. Run, trip the wire, as they capture your demise, with some nice sweet-ass postcards and some memories of your lies. That James Hauntin’ Dean is coming for you next,
He’s coming for you…
My last fated crossing, in a gallery on Main. Pleasantly surprised by a painting of James Dean. I found myself returning his sly smile, feeling smug. Yes that James Dean, leather-wearing, devil’s son of a gun!
He once haunted, looking like James Dean. Hauntin’ all my dreams, I’m free! James Dean, I sent him out the door, won’t haunt me anymore. And without sleepless nights, forgetting him won’t sting! I escaped the haunting of James Dean, I escaped the haunting of James Dean.
Listen to the eagle’s caw, soaring along the Yakima. Turn the wheel, around the bend. Leave behind, the city my friend. It’s a dead end
Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm Mmmm
Favor the lime green moss. Forgetting the cold hard pain of loss. Adjust your eyes, to the setting sun. Misty miles, of rainforest hun. We have won
Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhhh, Ahhhh
Highway 101 is calling. The rain has finally stopped falling. This land is ever green, my darling. And I can't help but feel this wanting. And I can't help but feel this wanting.
Nod to the tree of life. Towering above the ocean's tide. We’ll drive away to Neah Bay. Breathe in light of a clear blue day. We’ve found the way.
And you don’t have to worry anymore, for we have finally found heaven’s doooooor!
Highway 101 is calling. The rain has finally stopped falling. This land is ever green, my darling. And I can’t help but feel this wanting.
Highway 101 is calling. The rain has finally stopped falling. This land is ever green my darling
And I can’t help but feel this wanting,
And I can’t help but feel this wanting,
And I can’t help but feel this wanting,
‘Cause Highway 101 is calling.
Highway 101
by Jessica Strongwater
The wind is howlin’ here at Kitty Hawk.
The skeeters are biting our skin raw.
But no matter the peril, one dream keeps us going,
Mankind was meant to fly, FLY!
High and high they glide oh-oh-kay,
But laughter in this town will soon die.
These two (Wright) brothers will be flying through the sky.
Katherine writes to us daily.
Wondering if we’re still alive.
But no matter the peril,
(spoken) We still write A-Okay
One dream keeps us going,
Mankind was meant to fly, FLY
High and high they glide oh-oh-kay,
But laughter in this town will soon die
These two (Wright) brothers will be flying through the sky.
High and high they glide oh-oh-kay,
But laughter in this town will soon die
These two (Wright) brothers will be flying through the sky!
The Wright Brothers
by Jessica Strongwater
J STRONGWATER REEL 2023
The Intrepid, Sea Air Space Museum
This video is a summary of my experience volunteering at the Intrepid in New York.