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"I'm Staying Afloat" #newsonglyrics #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter

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The final version of the song I wrote in last week's podcast at Lori Jean Finnila Singer Songwriter podcast. Listen to it recorded this week starting Thursday/Friday (depending on where you listen). Image by  AndrĂ© Santana AndreMS  from  Pixabay Verse I feel weightless with dreams I’m light and airy though it might not be where I should be thinking I might be bouncing around into things Chorus I'm bouncy, I’m unsinkable I’m staying afloat though I should be sinking my dreams are calling me Verse I’m scared at the thought   of having to sit on the floor after I’ve reached for help from the steel frame of my hammock in the dark now in a new way Chorus I'm bouncy, I’m unsinkable I’m staying afloat though I should be sinking my dreams are calling me Verse I’m echoing as I’m chattering bringing in a new sensation to an unknown movement It’s tricky at the thought but I’m trying Bridge I’ll bring sunshine into my life As I open the shade as I progress to this rose colored window

Blushing Rosette #newsong #lyrics #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter

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I just wrote this song for this week’s podcast at Lori Jean Finnila. Image from Pixabay . Blushing Rosette Verse Verse I was taught to perk up my back Like the old ones behind me to get respect Turn my head, put my nose up in the air Plumped skirts  Flowered hats Nail polished tights Vaselined patent leather for Saturday night         church Close your eyes and ears To the neighbors affairs Chorus You’re in the magic Rosette I was told will come to me  You being very impatient W on’t help you blushing rosette Verse I may be French but I tell you  There is nothing to bashful Why I have to try so hard to masquerade I don’t know Bridge The cold chewy fruit cake at holidays Stale leftover salty snacks In a smoke filled room Leftover from the adults Chorus You’re in the magic Rosette I was told will come to me  You being very impatient Won’t help you blushing rosette Verse The allure in all this My sweet smiles turn to  dirty pants with mud A fishing pole with slime Still 20 years later