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Lori Jean Finnila

First full sentence mom plz play me a record. Abuse to her head as toddler and adult music was bound to her. #giftspot http://facebook.com/lorijeanfinnila and https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-lori-jean-finnila-49575180/?cmp=web_share

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Saturday, December 30, 2017

"The Force Comes Again" song clip #newsong #lorijean

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


Ooops! Left Out a Track Yesterday #newcomposition #lorijean


Sorry about leaving out a track yesterday and leaving a strong sound too widely open.

Link





Photo Courtesy Poets and Quants


New Composition #lorijean

A new composition I'm working on.

Composition

                                         Photo Courtesy Blair School of Music

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Changes to "Are We Just Playing" #newsong #lorijean "The Force Comes Again"

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
we return to familiar ground
until the new force appears again

spitting up in the air through holes
the dispositions show to fight
for existence
or one may appear
forward and strong
the other wounded and whimpered

Chorus
but then the force comes back again
we turn around

and head for home

                                         Photo Courtesy Sentient Developments

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

"Are We Just Playing" #newsong #lorijean #love

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.....


Monday, December 25, 2017

Changes to "Make All the Noise You Want" #christmasgift #lorijean




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


Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Three-Point Turn to a Woman #women #magic

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.

Monday, December 18, 2017

"Make All the Noise You Want" #newsong #lorijean #thebeatles #help

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



Sunday, December 17, 2017

Mary Miglin Ginseng Body Cream #pain #nerves #back #relaxation

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 around in these areas goes to your stomach and makes you sick - this helps. I have been using a tea with this and ginger in it as well for those of you who have more money. luv ya


Photo courtesy HSN.com. You can find it at Walmart and other stores as well.

Recap of 2017' #newletter #lorijean

Check out my gratefulness for this year!

Newsletter


Saturday, December 16, 2017

"You Have the Wrong Girl" song composition #lorijean #youhavethewronggirl #song

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.

                                           Photo Courtesy Flickr Katie Lefevre


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



Friday, December 15, 2017

Aids to My Nerve and Back Pains #glucosamine #msm #chondroitin #music #merry #lorijean #highfunctioning

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 this is workable. I've been taking extra collagen, fish oil pills, and flax seed oil pills. My insurance covers a lot of these. I want to suggest if you're low on money, the dollar tree will carry a lighter version of a lot of these. For a few dollars a month you can have serious relief and function normally enough in your brain until you find the best option for yourself. I know I can't live without the glucosamine. It helps where my head has been hit so many times after a few days without it I could have seizures. So thanks to my music on my merry way!!

                               Photo courtesy Piping Rock.




Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Grandma Guillebordeau #gorgeousphoto #lorijean

Isn't she beautiful. She married grandpa Jean Baillargeon. My name again. Yeah!!!



Born 1620 - Marçay, Indre-et-Loire, Centre, France

Many Great Grandma's Ago Rouleau Crest, My Granddad, Nicholas Born in Kingdom of 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.


Sunday, December 10, 2017

The Cult by Lori Jean Finnila (Rated R) #movie #finnila

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 friends of the cult. The father screams out inside himself  to reach to her. She runs continuously trying to reach to him. It's what is done now that changes to this.

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Photo courtesy of Palm Beach Coast.


Thursday, December 7, 2017

Silence by Lori Jean #silenceissovereignty #lorijean #

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.

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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Love by Lori Jean #thelittlegirlinthemirror #isabelle #thoughi'moneless

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
to be remembered.

                                         The year I lost Isabelle.



The little girl who still cries in pain.



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Sunday, December 3, 2017

I'm Here Virginia Woolf!! #rescuing #savingthemessage #lorijean

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:

  1. is this tradition to draw from
  2. it's so clear, you can't see it
  3. it has to come from me to clear up any confusion
  4. 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 to move mountains in our minds. The strongest objects that seem to be where it places us with security. I have reiterated this for you, Virginia.

Cited:
  Brown, Heather. “Contact Us.” The Myriad: Westminster's Interactive Academic Journal, Jacque Dobbins, web.archive.org/web/20150210023233/https://www.westminstercollege.edu/myriad/?parent=2514&detail=2679&content=2680.



Woolf, Virginia. A Room of One's Own. Harcourt, Inc.: San Diego, 1989.


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Photo courtesy Hofmeister


Saturday, December 2, 2017

My Mom's Royal Origin #lorijean # #montepalace

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

My Debutant Great Great Uncle #debutant #BritishIsles #lorijean #St.Laurent

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.




My Royal Blood!! #sweden #england #finland #germany

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.


Thursday, November 30, 2017

Shrill is Over #lorijean #music #song

Ok, I shrilled you guys enough with the crazy version. I smoothed out the base.

New Composition



Photo courtesy Freebird at flickr.com.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Early Christmas Poem Book from Me #gift #lorijean #xmas

Hi!

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

Christmas Book


"You Have the Wrong Girl" #newsong #lorijean #saysitall

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

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Friday, November 24, 2017

Getting On Little Doggy #lorijean #pain #nervedamage

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

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Having Fun with This One!!! Redo of "How's I Such a Fool" #lorijean #country

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

Friday, November 10, 2017

Updated drafts “How's I Such a Fool” and “Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine” #lorijean #songs #updates








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. Thanks!!! Mwah!!! Love ya!!

P.S. Also, I have a BEAUTIFUL jade green gown for my red carpet award celebration in April. Wish I could see you there. It goes great with my eyes and shows my bust nice. It's a bit long but if I wear slightly uncomfortable heels that have boot effect and a bigger heel and braids I'll make the PART for “Is It the Time!!!” Haven't figured out what I'll do with my purse of casual outfit or dress bag before the celebration. I'm hoping to get a hotel room to store it all. Not sure what time the show will start for this. I was going to fly in right before. Maybe I'll bring a small purse and fly in my gown – buy a cheap pair of pants and shirt afterwards??!!!

Also, check out my “Ashes on My Cup” video if you haven't already seen it.





How's I Such a Fool
by Lori Jean Finnila

Verse
That first night in the field
Under the moonlight
Van Morrison was playing our song

Chorus
How's I such a fool
When you crashed me to the ground
With the words I love you
still in my head
While I was being thrown

Verse
But then your bike crashed
me to the ground
it started out on our first date
on a horse
the bike man at the store
saw me panting as you gave
me a push to get back on for more

Chorus

Verse
The second time around
It came from a car
Though I took the spin with my neck
You took the money for whiplash

Bridge
You fell on your knees to me
as I was put upon a thrown
The ring you gave me
shown through the entire night

Chorus


doo doo da doo da doo da
repeat

doo doo da doo da doo da




Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine
by Lori Jean Finila

Verse
You've found your wet dreams
when you think of me
You call me on the phone
remembering our song
the one we never had

Chorus
I was told to love Valentino
Live like Cinderella
Under the moonlight
with a bottle of wine

Verse
You fell on your knees to me
As I was put upon a thrown to all beings
The ring you gave me
shown through the entire night

Bridge
Drifting lovely like a fall
I made the completion
to it all

You say,
“Flower still,
be still inside of me,
under the sheets,
in the chair,
cornered everywhere.”

Six lines shaped like church organ pipes
shine shadows on my breasts at night
The dips point to the corners in me
where you shine most gently

Chorus
I was told to love Valentino
Live like Cinderella
Under the moonlight

with a bottle of wine

Friday, November 3, 2017

New Version of Song "Under the Moonlight with a Bottle of Wine" by 'Lori Jean' Finnila and a New Poem

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

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

UPDATE “Under the Moonlight with une Bouteille De Vin” Play Sample #lorijean #play #song #lorijeanfinnila

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.

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                 Photo courtesy of tamarar.deviantart.com.

Monday, October 23, 2017

New Poem "Cat in the Wall" by Lori Jean Finnila #poems #lorijean #lorijeanfinnila #songs

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.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

New Poem "A New Cycle of Life" by Lori Jean Finnila #lorijean #lorijeanfinnila #poems

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.



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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, poignant

are they

crisp



delight is ecstasy

corners are sharp

edges are dull

circles are round





Wheels turn

The morning breaks

Thumps on the roof

Remind me of this



Cars, trucks

Or at least motors

Rustle in the streets

Slacks of sheets so slick

Take the air



Sand dumps

Engines roar

Another city morning





2nd



Flower still

be still for me

under the sheet

cornered on the chair



Your pink and white

blue, dark green

detailed crisp



shadowed by edges

cornered by rounds

enveloped in some

grayish at times



drifting lovely

below like a fall

the completion at the end

jumps up again









3rd



three lines cross six

though the third

is a quarter of the way here

the second is half



the third almost full shown

but separated by a fourth

that shows at the bottom



six show like church pipes

the dip points

to the corner window

as the sun shines in

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                                           Photo courtesy Front Range Forum

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

"Under the Moonlight with Riunite" by 'Lori Jean' Finnila #newsong #single #lorijean #lorijeanfinnila

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 death. So I don't hold my gifts now when I know they've come to me in full and tell my famous story in my head how it will be, I make it happen now. This is worth fighting for.

Though some may, and I hate it, when you write assume a standpoint in it and that they're being longed for, or something outside of the writing. It stands for my love of life at those times, sometimes being when I was abused. It's also at a point of being able to pass by them in my walks and acknowledge that I'm doing this.


                                                            Photo courtesy Banfi Wines.


                                           Photo 78' L to R, Judy Holmes, Karen Millette, and 'Lori Jean' Finnila


Verse
I was told to love Valentino
Live like Cinderella
Under the moonlight
with Riunite

Chorus
You've found your wet dreams
when you think of me
You call me on the phone
remembering our song
the one we never had

Verse
You fell on your knees to me
As I was put upon a thrown to all beings
The ring you gave me
shown through the entire night

Bridge
Drifting lovely like a fall
I made the completion
in the end to it all

You say,
“Flower still,
be still, inside of me,
under the sheets,
in the chair,
cornered everywhere.”


Six lines shaped like church organ pipes
shine shadows on my breasts at night
The dips point to the corners in me
where you shine most gently

Chorus
I was told to love Valentino
Live like Cinderella
Under the moonlight
with Riunite




Monday, October 16, 2017

Short Clip of last year's Gala Rose Bowl Akademia

Last year's gala event. So excited!! Can't wait! I want to wear red. The Akademia 2016 Gala Short Video https://youtu.be/JOS-mcWQ3ns via @YouTube

"Update" The Akademia Music Awards Rose Bowl Gala Sponsors #lorijean #rosebowl #gala #awards #bestcountrysong

Update! I'm sorry. Gold and Arrow gave me the wrong information. So sorry.

Hello!

So excited to be announcing my hair sponsor - the first sponsor booked. I will be announcing others as they come up. The event isn't until April 19th of next year but I'm working hard to look my best and represents myself and my fans that way as well. I want it to be a princess night to remember. I've been thinking about designers and already contacted my lifelong dream of one - waiting to hear!? I will let you all know more.

Much love.

Hair: Gold and Arrow of Portland, OR


Saturday, October 14, 2017

"You Didn't Even Want Our Baby" Updated Lyrics #lorijean #youdidntevenwantourbaby

I just watched "Woman in Gold" and it made me want to revise my song



You Didn't Even Want Our Baby by Lori Jean Finnila


It was 10/31/78
One dark Halloween day
You took me from school
All the fun parties and everything I knew

You drove me to one dark tall building
Statuesque but dark 
Filled with other little girls
There might only be one
Maybe three
But I know someone will thank me for my empathy

There's no statutes on pain
One woman is many crying in vein
Of our rights to our bodies lost one day


Chorus
You weren't there 
When I'd talk about the baby's hair 
What he or she would wear
Baby You Didn't Even want our baby

Verse
She ended up in a barrel instead
When I was bolted down by two men
I cry myself to sleep now
So many nights when I see my hair and your eyes in my baby 
When she comes to me
I was only a virgin and you took my dream away

Bridge

Though I was drunk
One too many came from you 
Yelling at me not to make too much noise when I was young 
The balloon to keep you from me
Still didn't let me know 
How much you didn't love me

Chorus

Verse
Now many years later my back aches 
I crawl on the floor from those I let beat me

Some say you weren't a full man then
Yet you were of age when
The blame was put out on me for
Ever lovin' you or letting you shine your light my way

Chorus

Baby, I was just a little girl and I'm still in bereavement.