David Wilkenfeld: Vocals, Backing vocals, guitars, harmonica Victor Wilkenfeld: Drums Serge Perreault: Bass Sebastien Perreault: Engineer
Another sensitive poet
Welcome to the world of wilkie. If you are not related to me by blood, marriage or adoption, what the heck are you doing here?
Story behind the song
A friend asked me if I could write a song about James Dean. I took it up as a challenge.
I was having the toughest time writing this song until one night I actually dreamed the line "I'm thinking about Nashville, I'm thinking about James Dean", and I thought it was a cool line. But in my dream, it was written by someone else. When I awoke, it actually took me a while to realize that it was actually me. I replaced "Nashville" with "rebel", and the song went well after that.
In my research, I rented the DVD of "Rebel Without a Cause", and, since I had very few lyrics, I sat there with a notebook in case I heard a good line. Amazingly, I got 2 really great lines! Can you guess what they are?
Thanks to Victor for the great job on drums.
Lyrics
In the hands of the poet
We open on the final scene
Gliding like an eagle
Looking down as in a dream
Focus on the tragic hero lifeless on the stage
And we all turn away before we even turn the page
Through the eyes of the novelist
He was born an only child
Made his way to Hollywood
In the spring of forty-nine
Me I’m driving headlong toward the edge today
All I know is what I know I’m gonna do someday
White Lightning
Down the road
We can never hold it in our hands
I never once thought about
Turning ‘round and heading home
I’m thinking ‘bout a life that cuts like shards of shattered dreams
I’m thinking ‘bout a rebel
I’m thinking about James Dean
Looking down from the heavens
We’re all struggling in the mire
We’re destroyed as we began
In a burst of gas & fire
One day I will leave a tiny scar across this land
Burning through the countryside as fast as I can
Up among the stars I see a cosmic flare
Once you’ve been up there, you know you’ve been somewhere
