Name: Castaway by Stan Countz in Hits in the Making
Duration: 4 min
Description: Smooth jazz track about a guy who re-discovers love after his wife dies...

"Felt like Tom Hanks in Castaway. I'm back, though I'm not the same. People I'd known had forgotten my name. She brought me back, ready to play the game..." Great lyrics!!!

Didn't expect the smooth vocals...I am a fan! I want to hear more!

I was truly captivated by your music the sound pulled me in right away. It's so unique and filled with emotion. I'm really curious to know: what inspires your creative process? Is music your biggest passion? And if you're comfortable sharing, what challenges have you faced in bringing your artistic vision to life?

As always, the arrangement and performance are at a high level.

Hits in the Making

"Empty Air" is a hauntingly introspective journey through the eyes of a young soul searching for answers.
With atmospheric electro pop and tribal elements, this track captures the essence of a pre-teen's longing and introspection.
The emotive soundscape, enriched by whooping chants, symbolizes the restless spirit of youth navigating the complexities of growing up.

Empty Air

Private dancer 

(Verse 1) I see you sittin’ there talkin’ that talk, Throwin’ that money like you run this spot. Think you the boss, think you callin’ the shots, But baby, I choose when this party don’t stop.
(Pre-Chorus) I know you watchin’, I know you want it, You playin’ cool, but boy, I caught it. Ain’t no free ride, better come correct, Respect the Queen, put some ice on my neck.
(Chorus) You see me windin’, grindin’, I do it my way, Ain't no dollar gonna make me stay. You wanna fuck me? Better step in line, You already know, you’re out of time
(Verse 2) You talk a big game, say you want a bad girl, But can you handle when I rock your world? I ain’t impressed by a roll of your cash, You wanna pull up? Better make it last.
(Pre-Chorus) I know you watchin’, I know you want it, You playin’ cool, but boy, I caught it. Ain’t no free ride, better come correct, Respect the queen, put some ice on my neck.
(Chorus) You see me windin’, grindin’, I do it my way, Ain't no dollar gonna make me stay. You wanna fuck me? Better step in line, You already know, you’re out of time
(Bridge) You ain't the first, won’t be the last, But baby, I move way too fast. You talk about what you wanna do, But boy, I think I’m choosin’ you.
(Outro) I see you watchin’, I see you dreamin’, But baby, I’m gone before the evenin’. You wanna love me? Get in line, You already know, you’re out of time.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Private dancer (Blues)

Can’t Feel Me

Whispers of Tomorrow

La canción evoca una sensación de anhelo profundo, como un llamado desde el corazón a alguien que se ha ido. Hay un tono de arrepentimiento y deseo de reconciliación.

Vuelve a Mí

[Verse 1]
You don’t speak loud  you move in waves
And I drown in you more every day
It ain’t love, it ain’t peace, it ain’t sane
But you wrap 'round my chest like Novocaine
I know this ain't pure, but it feels right
You poison my calm but you taste like light
You're the still in my storm, the sin in my sleep
And every high I chase, you cut me deep

And I don’t wanna need you
But I do
You don’t play fair
You just do what you do
Now I can't breathe right
Without your pull
Girl, I’m hooked on the quiet
That wrecks me full

[Chorus]
I’m addicted, yeah, deep in your hold
You soothe, but you burn right through my soul
You don’t beg, you don’t break, you just show
And I come runnin’ back like I don’t know
Yeah, I’m addicted  stuck in your smoke
I try to let go, but you already wrote
The part of me that craves your cold
You soothe, you kill  you own my soul

[Verse 2]
You wear calm like it’s stitched in skin
But underneath it, I see the spin
I told myself I’d just take one hit
But now I’m cracked wide, and I can't quit
You got timing like you studied my mind
Say just enough and then blur the line
You don’t touch me  you just let me fall
And somehow, girl, that’s worst of all

I told my pride I’d leave tonight
But here I am caught in your light
You don’t chase, but I still bend
Like your silence know where I end

[Chorus]
I’m addicted, yeah, deep in your hold
You soothe, but you burn right through my soul
You don’t beg, you don’t break, you just show
And I come runnin’ back like I don’t know
Yeah, I’m addicted  stuck in your smoke
I try to let go, but you already wrote
The part of me that craves your cold
You soothe, you kill  you own my soul

You're the calm that ruins me slow
You're the truth I never told
You're the hit that I replay
Even when it pulls me the wrong way

[Final Chorus]
I’m addicted, yeah, deep in your hold
Like a ghost that I begged to take control
No chains, no locks, no roles
But I still call you mine… though I know
Yeah, I’m addicted  and it shows
You cut deep, but damn, I glow
From all the scars you let unfold
You soothe, you kill  you stole my soul

Addicted

I’ll rise again

Song about a guy who wrote a hit pop song that went viral in one week!

Hit Pop Song

Smooth jazz track about a guy who re-discovers love after his wife dies...

Castaway

THE BODY KNOWS

Playlist Kings won't you crown my beat, put me on, put me on, put me on repeat...

Playlist Kings - Put Me on Repeat

Song about what it takes to write a hit pop song - you've gotta get on the right playlists...

Put Me on Repeat

Writing and promoting a pop song takes coordinating many factors including timing and playlist placement.

On Repeat

"to wonder why you are not "good enough" is paralyzing.... the thoughts and feelings spin and dig deep into your psyche and become debilitating....no one should ever have that power over anyone! remember to guard your heart, protect it and be choosy as to who gets to hold it." ~ SheRocks

Good Enough speaks to the soul-deep sting of doubting your worth—and the fierce reclaiming of your power. Written on October 22, 2011, it’s about rising from the ashes of emotional fallout, recognizing that no one should ever have that much power over your peace.

Lyrics like “I was a scared lil gurl… I’m better together without u” transform ache into affirmation. It’s not about settling—it’s about recognizing your value, in all your soft, gritty, complicated glory.

For anyone who's needed a reminder that you're good enough—and maybe even stronger without what broke you—this one's your anthem.

~~~ Good Enough ~~~

You are good
But you're not good enough
Sounds familiar
Yea that's what you use to tell her
That scared lil gurl
So scare of fallen
In love with you

There with you
Up, yea way up
Only to fall
Fall hard
When ya say I'm good
But not good enough

Yea you think you still got something
Something special
Yea, something of mine
You think I'll still go there
Somewhere special
To that place with you

There with you
Up, yea way up
Only to fall
Fall hard
When ya say I'm good
But not good enough

What ya think ya got
Is something you can't hold
Any more
No it's in pieces
All crumbling
To the floor

Guess ya could say
I fell too hard
When I was falling for you
Thinking you would
Catch me
Fell without a net
Fell hard
From the moment we met

Now I'm broke
And I know
I can't ever catch you
Unless you fall too

I know I'm good
Better than you
Thought I would
Of been
Take off
Fly, up and up
Fallen above
No I can't catch you
If you won't fall
Can't call it love

Yea you put me in my place
I was a scared lil gurl
Til I figured out
I'm better together without u

I can be polished
Or like sandpaper
Soft and cuddly
Or a lil gritty and dirty
I can be ugly
Or I can be pretty
I can be bad
Lord knows I've been good
Now I know I'm at my best
Without you

What ya think ya got
Is something you can't hold
Any more
No it's in pieces
All crumbling
To the floor

Guess ya could say
I fell too hard
When I was falling for you
Thinking you would
Catch me
Fell without a net
Fell hard
From the moment we met

Now I'm broke
And I know
I can't ever catch you
Unless you fall too

I know I'm good
Better than you
Thought I would
Of been
Take off
Fly, up and up
Fallen above
No I can't catch you
If you won't fall
Can't call it love

Good Enough

انت مين

Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz is a genre-bending songwriter with over 300 original songs under his belt — a true craftsman of lyric and melody. From his debut track “Those Hap Happy Days” in 2005, a nostalgic tribute to the golden era of the ’50s and ’60s, Stan has built a musical legacy rooted in meaning, melody, and message.

Writing under the moniker Stan and Be Counted, he stands tall in the world of music as both a creator and a voice of purpose. His catalog spans a kaleidoscope of genres — from contemporary Christian rock and gospel to EDM, country pop, blues, R&B, hip hop, folk, and beyond. Each song is a reflection of his passion for storytelling and his desire to uplift, challenge, and connect.

Whether crafting soul-stirring love ballads, foot-tapping jingles, or heart-pounding hard rock anthems, Stan brings a rare blend of versatility, depth, and soul to every track. He doesn't just write songs — he writes moments you can feel.

Stan Countz is more than an artist — he’s a movement. A call to stand... and be counted. He is a prolific lyricist and lives in Denison, Texas with his artist/photographer wife. 

If you're an Artist looking for a song for the next hit, send me a message. Who knows, I may have a gem and a #1 hit for us both!

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