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Monday, January 23, 2023

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


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


Chorus

I'm bouncy, I’m unsinkable

I’m staying afloat

though I should be sinking

my dreams are calling me




Tuesday, January 3, 2023

Blushing Rosette #newsong #lyrics #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter


I just wrote this song for this week’s podcast at Lori Jean Finnila.

Image from Pixabay.

 Blushing Rosette


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 shoes

for Saturday night church

Close your eyes and ears

To the neighbors affairs


Chorus

I’m sitting waiting for magic

I’m told will come to me 

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

I’m sitting waiting for magic

I’m told will come to me 

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

I’m still rosy to this


Chorus

I’m in the magic

I was told will come to me 

You blushing rosette