Name: Forge Ahead by Stan Countz in Hot Tracks
Duration: 3 min 34 s
Description: A rock song about not going back to the past, but, instead, forging ahead.

Tracks written and arranged by Stan Countz

Hot Tracks

Song about how people that were discounted as crackpots a while back are now emerging as prophets.

They're Callin' Me Right

Song about how God is always there no matter what is happening all around us and how He gave His all.

You Always Gave Your All

I wanna be a man of valor and make a brand new start
A man of prayer and power, a man after God’s own heart


A Man After God's Own Heart

Can we get back to the way it used to be?


The Way It Used to Be

Advice to my daughters after the passing of their mom

Your Mother and I

A rock song about not going back to the past, but, instead, forging ahead. 

Forge Ahead

Why certain people turn to guns when they can't win the public debate.

When Bullets Speak

Similar names, similar dates
Similar days, similar fates
Both blown apart in plain daylight
Life imitates art, or art imitates life

Both guys shot in the neck
On the left side of the head
Blamed on the right and the radical left
Both lost their life, both tragically dead

Two fight scenes, one real, one pretend
September tragedy strikes again
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Is this real life -- or is this Snake Eyes?

You've got to read the plot and script
And you can't quit seeing parallels
A magazine cast a spell IRL
Mag and the storm named Jezebel

Similar names, similar dates
Similar days, similar fates
Both blown apart in plain daylight
Life imitates art, or art imitates life

Both disasters took place in mid-September
Both had Kirk in their names as you'll remember
Both murders staged, covered up and censored
Although the movie paraded no transgenders

Two fight scenes, one real, one pretend
September tragedy strikes again
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Believe everything -- but your eyes

It's probably just simple coincidence
But some of us ain't sittin' on the fence
Both blown apart in plain daylight
Life imitates art, or art imitates life

It's probably just, simple coincidence
But some of us, ain't sittin' on the fence
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Is this real life -- or is this Snake Eyes?

Two fight scenes, one real, one pretend
September tragedy strikes again
Art imitates life or so we may surmise
Believe everything -- but your eyes

Snake Eyes

Before Caucasians laid their eyes on this land
There were many tribes of Native Americans
Some followed the bison and spied out the land
Some never survived the invading white man

Apache, Comanche, Chickasaw and Choctaw
Shawnee, Pawnee, Cherokee and Chippewa
Seminole, Cheyenne, Creek and Iroquois
Had their own chiefs, rituals n spiritual laws

Sure there'd been fights between some of the tribes
Then the white man offered them trinkets and bribes
When the railroad came, it changed their way of life
With the bison gone, how were they to survive?

[Instrumental break]

So we rounded them up without hesitation
Many died from the bug or from starvation
Traipsed through the mud to the reservation
If they didn't budge, they faced extermination

The civilized tribes tried assimilation
They lived and died in the Indian nation
The trail of tears was their forced migration
It nearly resulted in their obliteration

[Instrumental break]

We sent their kids to boarding schools
So they would learn our laws and rules
They bent and lost their customs and culture
We descended on 'em like a bunch of vultures

They'd lost their main food, the American bison
So they were approved for a gambling license
What had once been only in Vegas and Reno
They now owned their own mega-casinos

[Instrumental outro]

We rounded them up without any hesitation
Many died from the bug or from starvation
Traipsed through the mud to the reservation
If they didn't budge, they faced extermination

The civilized tribes tried assimilation
They lived and died in the Indian nation
The trail of tears was their forced migration
It nearly resulted in their obliteration

Indian Nation

Who are you when they're suin' you?
Accusin' you? Tryna ruin you?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Who ya gonna choose? The reds or the blues?

Is it fair to say, there'll be hell to pay?
They hesitate to fix the mess they made
I hate to say it but they fabricated a candidate
That can't articulate what she wants to legislate

I won't be licked or go down in defeat
They've got six ways from Sunday they can cheat
What they sow, they're bound to reap
Sleepy Joe is sound asleep!

I'm their worst nightmare
Bullets burst right in the air
But they missed me by a hair
Lifted my fist high in the air
And cried "fight, fight, fight!"

Got caught in the cross hairs
Fought lawsuits and law fare
Would've cooked my goose if I hadn't moved
Right then and there...

What might you do, if they libeled you?
Said things you knew weren't Bible truth?
Your wife's handbags they rifled through?
Tried to gag and stifle you?

Would you call the law or see the sheriff?
Impose embargoes, fees or tariffs?
Carry the load alone or share it?
Or call for Amy Coney Barrett?
If they bribed you, would you take the carrot?
If they caught you, would you be embarrassed?
Would you succeed based on your own merit?
If they cheated, would you grin and bear it?

Or would you be their worst nightmare
Courage like this, is quite rare
If you fought, would you fight fair?
Or lift your fist high in the air...

And cry fight, fight, fight
The country lies in disrepair
We need to fight, if we dare
Or we'll be eatin' prison fare

I ain't the first and I sure won't be the last
Need to keep alert and stick with the facts
Sure, there's perks, but, work the math
We're on the verge of complete collapse

Now's the time, we need to be prepared
Don't be frightened, don't be scared
Just lift your fist high in the air
And cry fight, fight, fight
Cuz I'm their worst nightmare

[Instrumental]

Their Worst Nightmare

Before the day January Sixth
She liked to play politics
She was shy and so was I
I didn't know she was a spy

Fang Fang, she got me crowned
Fang Fang, she was quite endowed
Fang Fang, like to play around
Fang Fang, she left without a sound

An easy mark, an eager chap
Caught in a Chinese honey trap
Fund-raised for my campaign
They thought I was insane

Fang Fang, she slept with me
Fang Fang, re-elected me
Fang Fang, she laid me down
Fang Fang, played me for a clown

I stayed on intel anyway
Nancy wanted me to stay
Now I'm off and I know why
Why'd I try to boff a spy?

Fang Fang, liked to hang around
Wouldn't take no hand-me-downs
Fang Fang, ran out of town
Guess I was out of bounds

Now she's gone, to the naked eye
She didn't even say goodbye
She was hot and so was I
Scared off by the FBI

Fang Fang, left without a sound
Fang Fang, wonder where she's bound?
Fang Fang, did she come unwound?
Fang Fang, where can she be found?

Before the, quote, "insurrection"
She won votes for my re-election
Spied on me with no detection
I need to go to confession

Fang Fang, she got me crowned
Fang Fang, time came around
Fang Fang, FBI cracked down
Fang Fang, she left without a sound

I tried to get Trump disqualified
Looks like he's finally turned the tide
The truth is, he was in our way
All the hoopla was a power play

Fang Fang, was out of town
Her plane, it hit the ground
Fang Fang, was never found
Fang Fang, her people shot her down

Fang Fang

The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
To Him I'm special
His chosen vessel

I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
My faith may be feeble
But I'll fear no evil

Cuz I'm His sheep
The sheep - of His pasture
He'll keep - me from disaster
He's my king - and my master

I felt I'd been cursed
So I gave Him control
Said seek His kingdom first
So I gave Him my soul

I wanted Him to know
When no one's around
That I am - on the level
Not defiant, not a rebel

Cuz I'm His sheep
The sheep - of His pasture
He'll keep - me from disaster
He's my king - and my master

Oooh, oooh, he's knocking at your door
Let Him in and make Him your Lord
He'll forgive you of your sin
So give your love to Him
And run, run, run to Him

He makes me lie down
In pastures green
His rod and his staff
They comfort me

We've fallen asleep
But just like Jacob
We need to wake up
He won't forsake us
He died to save us

I'm His sheep
The sheep - of His pasture
He'll keep - me from disaster
He's my king - and my master

Oooh, oooh, he's knocking at your door
Let Him in and make Him your Lord
He'll forgive you of your sin
So give your love to Him
And run, run, run to Him

I'm His Sheep

Who knew and who could predict
We'd get our kicks on Route Sixty Six?
Who knew? Who could truly see?
Who blew the bugle in Company B?

Sometimes, to find the truth, you have to root around and dig
Who knew and who could predict that a little frog and a pig
Would be the start -- the start of somethin' big?

I can still recall the time of day
The day they shot JFK
Boy were we all surprised to see
The rise and fall of Doctor King

We liked Ike and Dick Van Dyke
And rode our Schwinn bike or took a bus to school
Every night they tucked us into bed
While watchin' Mr. Ed and Francis the Talking Mule

They taught us to do what the Bible said
and to follow the golden rule
Or they took us behind the woodshed
Or put us in the corner on a stool

When we could and when we were able
We prayed together round the kitchen table
And thanked the Lord for our daily bread
We wore PF Flyers and Keds

Before Tivo, satellite, WIFI and cable
Our heroes were guys like Clark Gable
John Wayne, Doris Day n Betty Grabel
They weren't just famous stars or fables

We watched Red Skelton and Milton Berle
Dudley Do Right always got the girl
Ma and Pa Kettle and Minnie Pearl
And Rocky the Flying Squirrel

For math in class we used a slide rule
No one had a cell or a swimmin' pool
Our phone was still owned by Maw Bell
Slip and Slide kept us pretty cool

Bob and Bing did their road show thing
Jerry and Dean were still sharin' the screen
Chuck Berry was singin' bout his ding a ling
Jan and Dean really made the scene

Dylan could write but he could barely sing
The Beatles never missed a beat
Couldn't stop groovin' n movin' our feet
We were livin' in a Yellow Submarine

James Dean cruisin' in his silver death machine
Toward his last and best and final scene
Loved Beanie n Cecil and Mister Green Jeans
Shoulda seen what we paid for diesel and gasoline

We loved cartoons at the matinee
Babe Ruth and Willy Mays
Danny Thomas n Danny Kaye
Jed Clampett and Ellie May

Sometimes, to find the truth, you gotta root around n dig
Who knew n who could predict that a little frog n a pig
Would be the start, the start of somethin' big
The start of somethin' big...

The Start of Somethin' Big

They're ree-wriiting all our history
And re-defiining our biology
They're ditchin' our science books
Our politicians are lyyin' crooks

Sometimes I'm asked "So what's the use?"
If the masses only - knew the truuth
If we could get back to our rooots
What a beautiful place this could be

We walk by faith n not by sight
He came that we might have life
The truth cuts just like a knife
And often strikes subtlely

I ain't makin' no apology
Got no degree in criminology
But not all officers are bad cops
The left has made us all a laughingstock

But I'm sometimes watchin' "fake news"
And if they would only - say the truth
I'd be the first one to - break the news
And it wouldn't be grudgingly

We walk by faith n not by sight
He came that we might have life
The truth cuts just like a knife
And often strikes suddenly

Now I don't claim to have the perfect solution
But, in my heart, I do believe
That havin' a peaceful revolution
Would be a great excuse for a jubilee

If we could just sort out the truth
And support the red, white n blue
If the courts had the slightest clue
What a beautiful place this might be

Now I'm no expert on the constitution
But, in my heart, I do believe
That havin' a peaceful revolution
Would be a great excuse for a jubilee

Why all this drama 'bout biology
I ain't yo mama and don't wanna be
We the people need to stop sometimes
Get rid of people that are soft on crime

Usin' Uncle Sam to their advantage
If I could give 'em a knuckle sandwich
What a beautiful place this could be
What a beautiful place this could be


Peaceful Revolution
0:07


Peaceful Revolution

Ohh, my God, I'm starving
I've hungered for your word
A long, lonely time
And time slips by so slowly

My heart's been moved and stirred
I'm de branch, You're de vine
On Your love I - stand secure
Help me let my light shine

You gave Your life for me - set me free, (set me free)
I was drowning in the sea of sin and You rescued me
He whom the Son sets free - is free indeed, (free indeed)
You proved Your love for me and I will love You for eternity

Oh, my God, I'm starving
I've hungered, hungered
For Your touch
A long, lonely time

You loved the world so much
You gave Your only son, who died for us
You were bruised for love, moved by love
God you proved Your love for me
And I'll love You for eternity

You gave Your life for me - set me free, (set me free)
I was drowning in the sea of sin and You rescued me
He whom the Son sets free - is free indeed, (free indeed)
You've shown Your grace to me, faithfully
And I will love You for eternity

Lord, You loved the world so much
You gave Your only son, who died for us
He was bruised for love, moved by love
God you proved Your love for me

You went way beyond the call of duty
Traded my ashes for Your beauty
And I'll be grateful for eternity
Grateful for eternity

For Eternity

Ohh Lord, my God
When I observe Your creation
I stand in awe at your marvelous handiwork
We just lost the voice of a generation
When a bullet was launched
Into the neck of Charlie Kirk

My heart's been moved and stirred
As I observe with fascination
How all things work together for good
For those who are called to salvation

You gave Your life for me - set me free, (set me free)
I was drowning in the sea of sin and You rescued me
He whom the Son sets free - is free indeed, (free indeed)
You were bruised for love, moved by love
God you proved Your love for me
And I will love You for eternity

Ohh Lord, my God
I pray for this next generation
May they see beyond the flaws of the church
And be a source of courage and inspiration
And, Lord, deliver them from temptation
May they prove their faith by their works

My heart's been moved and stirred
As I observe with fascination
How all things work together for good
For those who are called to salvation

You loved the world so much
You sent Your son to die for us
You were bruised for love, moved by love
God you proved Your love for us
You knew we were but dust
But we traded love for lust
And threw You under the bus

You gave Your life for me - set me free, (set me free)
I was drowning in the sea of sin and You rescued me
He whom the Son sets free - is free indeed, (free indeed)
When I disobeyed, You chastened me
Showed Your grace to me, faithfully
And I'll be grateful for eternity

You loved the world so much
You sent Your son to die for us
You were bruised for love, moved by love
God you proved Your love for us

You went way beyond the call of duty
Traded my ashes for Your beauty
And I'll be grateful for eternity
Grateful for eternity 

Grateful For Eternity

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!

Forge Ahead

Stan Countz

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