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I just added some lyrics to the song clip that I've been working on. I think it's neat and almost sounds like a new genre for me but I feel it's more of modern country. Clip

Sorry about leaving out a track yesterday and leaving a strong sound too widely open. Link Photo Courtesy Poets and Quants

A new composition I'm working on. Composition                                          Photo Courtesy Blair School of Music

I got cute into it and even changed the name. The Force Comes Again What have we got here what's going on dear You come and play What's going on here what do we have dear are we just playing What have we got when I shut the door At first glance I see your dance Come play longer longer with me Chorus but then the force comes again driving us back where we came from Is there more in the morning after I've escaped the dangerous lunges coming from others are we just playing here the beautiful eyes look scared to see you Chorus but then the force comes again driving us back where we came from So tell me now in the crowd am I on your mind as I sway trying to balance on my feet you cry, we don't know where the call goes to Chorus but then the force comes again driving us back where we came from Do I make your head spin..... come home to me to the unknown...

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This is the beginning of a song I'm working on. What's have we got here what's going on dear You come and play What's going on here what do we have dear are we just playing peek a boo What have we got when I shut the door Is there more the morning after Come play longer with me so I can see What's going on here what do we have dear are we just playing peek a boo So tell me now do I fit the crowd am I on your mind when I'm not around Do I make your head spin.....

Make All the Noise You Want I'm here for you no matter how many tears it doesn't matter if you want me to I'm sitting here right next to you It's been many years I want you to know I've been there too make all the noise you want I'm sitting right here right next to you make all the noise you want I'm listening too Mine's much worse I've seen it all before doesn't give me any answers I can ponder the whole night through and never find my way I'm sitting right here right next to you make all the noise you want I've seen it too, oh so many, many times too many times I keep a diary it doesn't help my phone's cold I'm reaching out social links get old Make all the noise you want I'm sitting right here right next to you listening too End. Here's a gift: Ashes on My Cup by 'Lori Jean' Finnila

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Three-point turn to a woman: They stop at what's in front of them, They turn around to see what's there at them, and they look to see how they can make their magic. Photo courtesy of AliExpress.

Lori Jean on Open the Door Radio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGz260oLcMc

Wrote this listening to The Beatles Help .  Photo courtesy iTunes . Make All the Noise You Want by ' Lori Jean ' Finnila Make all the noise you want I'm sitting right here next to you I'm here for you if you want me to no matter how many tears it doesn't matter dear I know it's been many years since you've let them flow I want you to know rest assured, I've been there too Mine's been so much more but maybe if we sit beside we can find a way to reach halfway chorus +listening I keep a diary sometimes it doesn't help me my phone grows cold social links get old I'm reaching out for help Please help me I'm growing old Make all the noise you want I'm sitting right here next to you listening

I found something else I wanted to share with you for those with those unfortunate injuries put upon you that you didn't do to yourself. It's a ginseng cream. I put it on those curved and straight laser, assumably, injuries cut into my back (no signs of entry-just as the gunshot wound to my head-bullet could still be in there, felt bone pieces in my head after wards) and I felt the injuries light up just like a bengay would but no icky smell and more of a relaxed feeling. I could actually get up out of bed without hobbling the next day from being stationary for so long. I also take a very inexpensive ginseng pill and found an extremely cheap chamomile cream that I put, along at times with the ginseng cream, behind my ears and behind my neck, the chamomile at times in my temple points, and both on feet for all day relaxation. Also an acidophilus at the dollar tree helps with digestion for those with many holes and cracks in your skull from beatings. The bad stuff   swirling ar...

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Update on this post: This is the finished song. You Have the Wrong Girl by Lori Jean and being played by Spain's This Is Only Rock Radio Station . Hello, I decided to use a composition which I posted previously, but I fixed it a lot with the gain. It sounds better now. I practiced the lyrics to "You Have the Wrong Girl" and feel I have them lined up beautifully. Now all I have to do is save up to buy the interface and mic. I can find a nice inexpensive one that will work fine. I'm planning in the early spring, late winter to purchase these. I will produce this song next year. I hope this follows along with my theme of sharing my story and my feelings with you that I promised. It's kick ass. We gotta do it right??!! luv ya Lyrics Again to Song so you can follow along in your own way. Perhaps listen in and see where you'd put the lyrics in the song. Cheat, I start at fifteen seconds in.                          ...

Ok, so my Glucosamine Chondroitin MSM Plus double strength, advanced and quick release, has been kicking in. I got it from PipingRock.com for those of you needing it for your injuries - I'm sure there's many. I couldn't even walk hardly a couple of days ago when I had to struggle with the heavy loads of food trying to get it home. I had been taking some extra strength tylenol, generic, and refuse to smell of bengay when someone has done this to me. My mind gets stronger so it feels the ripped nerves, damaged muscles, and the least, the cracked back bone across where my abuser kept separating with a knife - I don't care how he did it, it still has an impact. This quick release pill is the deal. I wouldn't suggest a different one because I need the fast acting so I can keep up my pace. I'm pretty spry and singing definitely keeps my body rolling like a smooth machine being greased to its originality. Along with the extra greasing of these pills, with singing t...

My many greats, grandpa back in the 1400's born royally in the Kingdom of France.

Isn't she beautiful. She married grandpa Jean Baillargeon. My name again. Yeah!!! Born  1620 - Marçay, Indre-et-Loire, Centre, France

My many greats grandmother's Crest, Grandma Jeanne Rouleau, who married Nicolas Baillargeon, whom I was named after. My mom was very close to Rose Brule, my great grandmother on my dad's side, her mom Jane St. Laurent, her mom, Zoe Baillargeon. Maybe my great grandfather was called a cult because we had royalty killed in our family in France in the 1500's, Rouleau and Baillargeon, and repeated in marriage, same names, in the New France, in the 1600's.

The Cult Synopsis 1897'  A club is formed. Ancestors came from out of the woods of St. Zenon, Canada two to three for the formation. Parties were merry in the club. Children non related began to disappear. Flash forward to Present. An affair erupts in one of the cult's loving families. Deceit and lies lead to one of their own unborn ending up in a garbage basket for the cult. The baby's blood is celebrated. The repercussions are insurmountable. It's found out that the baby was of blood and murdered by their own. The grandfather finds out his daughter was always his and that his grandchild was the one murdered. He takes the planned hit for his daughter but too early in another crossfire before telling everyone of the triangle of deceit and vengeance committed upon her was a mistake. He falls on steps in dismay. His daughter reaches to his hand by his side in his hospital bed as he fights for his life in a coma. The nurses keep her away planned by the authority...

Silence is sovereignty. voiceless motionless peaceful. Transient conscious admirable admiring. Connecting smiling witty willingly. Hopeful cheerful thankful prayer. Honesty coping truly adjusting. Spiritual being here human. ###

Poem 'Love' by Lori Jean Dedicated to Isabelle  (Though I'm One Less) and the little girl in the mirror Love is the wrapping paper the candy cane on the table the candle never knowing when it will be lit the love sign that is a gift. It's the restless winds that blows outside my window a TV made of cubes ice trays bare because they don't exist dogs barking that await, pain that is restless another night. Love keeps you guessing it grows with you it pleases it teases you never know where it leads. Love is confusing, mysterious, and challenging. It lies sometimes within us sometimes beside us sometimes inside where we haven't asked of it. To some love means no answers only questions already answered to those who disposition or suppose it is to be a certain way. Love can be gay, queer in some ways the colors to this don't matter. It's clay that molds us on the rocks with bubbles to the sea to turn to foam and wash away ...

I happened to come upon Virginia's message and the need to relate it: A Woman Hero to Look Upon by 'Lori Jean' Finnila Virginia Woolf feels we have no tradition to draw on. “ Whereas the females are basically without a tradition to draw upon,” by Virginia in 1929. At this moment it made me want to sweep and make this feeling known, or to have a feeling opposite to this. I felt quick in my mind at that moment contrary to this. Though the answers don't come in form, I feel positive it's there-of course in my state this is ordinary. I just need to find it. I feel here: is this tradition to draw from it's so clear, you can't see it it has to come from me to clear up any confusion it's a repertua of healing, perhaps always been there, but from me as well, it could be. I think it's mind. The strongest. Though it doesn't stop physical pain, ordinarily-though I'm one known to this, it appears ...

She was born in the palace court of Monte Palace in Funchal in Portugal. Farinha and Pereira last names for her parents. Photo courtesy LastMinute.com

He is awesomely handsome, never seen someone so, except for my son, of course. He is on my great, great grandmother's side, Jane St. Laurent's brother.

Check out my Great Grandma Rose Asiala, whom by the way descended to a Champion long jumper, Aarre Asiala in Finland.  She married Robert Finnila, my dad's name too, or was, and was originally Fenela. Cool huh. Keep you posted for more.

Ok, I shrilled you guys enough with the crazy version. I smoothed out the base. New Composition Photo courtesy Freebird at flickr.com.

                                                              Lori Jean Akademia

Hi! I made a book of all my new poems to date in a christmas pdf for you! Enjoy! Christmas Book

New Song I'm working on that says it all. You Have the Wrong Girl By 'Lori Jean' Finnila Humble turns to confusion Sweet smiles become allusions Chorus It's your fantasy Not me You have the wrong girl I was just passing by Verse When you noticed I didn't look Though it may seem to you Your war is not with me Chorus It's your fantasy Not me You have the wrong girl I was just passing by Verse It all became clear You never knew me It was your mind Hoping to be found Sorry for your loss Bridge Your pain Is lost in life I hope you get better for everyone Chorus It's your fantasy Not me You have the wrong girl I was just passing by ###

Those who are beaten with a strong brain will just get right back on there again, get on again little doggy. Another barrier to break is natural treatment for those who have been beaten that will get right back up on that horse, so to speak. Traditional medicines block us from doing this dragging our perspectives down. I've been inquiring into this as seven years going by and the physical discomforts of mine seeping in as my brain gets stronger to it. Insurance doesn't want to cover it and doctors feel uncomfortable with cannabis, which is a recent method of medical that I've been researching, effective done with care. Why if there's so many victims out there haven't other alternative methods been recognized and practiced and covered? Photo courtesy Dr. Nabil Ebraheim

Did this one over and combined the two songs for a BLAST of one using "Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine" and " How's I Such a Fool !" Have fun listening to it! It's just a draft and not in time exactly of course because I don't have an interface right now. Get the lyrics!!!                                                 Photo courtesy College Humor

How's I Such a Fool Under the Moonlight with a Bottle ofWine Lyrics Below I've been working on my next releases. I still have “You Didn't Even Want Our Baby” album in progress. Please don't think I'm forgetting about that. As a matter of fact, “How's I Such a Fool” is one of the songs on the album, and one of my favorites. I ended up picking this one to work on next as well as the single Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine, which was inspired by Five for Fighting's “She's My Girl,” because I found “My Best Country Song” didn't have strong enough lyrics. I really feel that this is imperative in a song. Even if the music is good, I think great lyrics are very much needed. The order, the story, and the way you want the audience to perceive it. I hope you like the updates. I will be getting a focus rite for my computer. It sounds a bit poopy now, but I know your used to my style and can appreciate my work at any stage. Tha...

Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine Those Who Wait by 'Lori Jean' Finnila Comfort collects with the touch of glass glistening isn't just for one but for all sparkles dance and bring gesture For it is all known to substance Substance in the air is direction to the following of a gesture that is life to some but not all, to some despair Despair is in the hearts of the unknown one's who can't understand what is happening or what is there to begin with A grace is a place that is not owned An enchantment is a pleasure that is to all One takes pleasures originally It all comes to those who wait. Courtesy Novel Matters

The song will have the title change for the play. Under the Moonlight with Riunite at Soundcloud. I'm using more of my songs that I 'm writing for the play.  “ Under the Moonlight with une Bouteille De Vin” Play by Lori Jean Finnila A MODERN FAIRY TALE IN THE 1800'S Inspired by true events. Details have been changed. INTRODUCTION There once was a half French and half Scottish girl, young and brave. Coming from a long line of prostitutes from her ancestors, and her great grandpa and grandma getting married at ages 10 and 11 because of pregnancy, Linda was chosen as a breed to royalty aside from this, and to eventually take her from this. She fought hard for herself in a land unknown to her, in a land not wanting her. But in her land there were great fights to her people that was moving in on her. She was the last to their royal blood, well bred and chosen at 15 months of age, she was separated by her wicked mother and family. Sam...

My poems eventually turn to songs by part or whole. "My thoughts are my gifts." Lori Jean Finnila Cat in the Wall A trapped cat inside of a bag needs holes to breathe. Hearing this first thing in the morning is disturbing. Was it in my attic? I looked to see if I had one I knew I didn't I had to retrace my mind. My fear for this cat persisted on the toilet in my mind in the wall Can a hat hide in the wall? More importantly, can someone put a cat in the wall? Now... how wide is the wall? Is there an opening? Is there another area of the building that hides cats? Aah, I see it in the courtyard. Photo courtesy PBS.

New Poem and Updated One 10/19 A New Cycle of Life by Lori Jean Finnila The horns are blowing to the sky fold innocence is crushed below. Screaming, peeks through the night I can see from eight floors up. Those crawling, begging, pleading wishing they were where you are. Tap, tap, tap rattle, rattle, rattle it brings uncertainty. Prays and yelps from the church swings that bring new delight the whale calls stomp, chuckle tap, tap, chuckle tap, tap again a smile begins. The wind moves with no explanation it's strong shook my windows last night I feared the cold. The trees at the tops blow around pointed buildings blend with the rain tap, tap again the man below smiles. ### The Crazy Sun Shines Poems by Lori Jean Finnila 1rst the trees, brash with leaves they will not fly away tonight chocolate sprinkles are sweet small,...

My second song. My second song I found out of anguish to finish a degree with high honors that I've been hiding attaining. One that offers me much torture to attain because of the high marks that have been found out about since my move. I say my second song because the full expression of my art in lyrics is seen in “ She Finds the Chords Herself ” that I gave to Ned Euphorya to compose for me and is the first gift of full expression. And I had such a hard time forming the words to such magical thoughts that I had mapped out in my book “ The Virtuous Woman .” Now because I've come pass the process of death, murder actually, of my unborn child at 17 at 5 months pregnant, thinking of her first and then writing, I show my gifts more, hopefully in full, I feel now not always thinking of her subconsciously and never reaching the full extent of my gifts. I had a hard time letting go of the first song – but I don't want to die a Van Gogh or other famous artists discovered after ...