Singer and Songwriter

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 aro

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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.                                            Photo Courtesy Flick

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.