Name: Heart-to-Heart by Stan Countz in Chill Vibe
Duration: 3 min 50 s
Description: R&B & Soul, bluesy song about a guy who has romantic feelings about a girl who only sees him as shoulder to cry on.

Love the vibe. The piano and sax and the lyrics all work to create a melancholy feeling of love from afar.

Great tune, amazing lyrics (if I do say so myself)

Chill Vibe

Contemporary Christian song written by Stan Countz

Don't Worry, Fret or  Be Anxious

Song promoting the fact that God doesn't look at the color or our skin and neither should we.

He's Color Blind

You won't leave us to fall in the dark, if we seek You with all of our hearts.

To Know You is to Love You

Don't know why I let you get under my skin, but I did - I let you in -- and that was the beginning of the end. 

The Beginning of the End

Song about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse as referenced in the Book of Revelation.

The Four Horsemen

R&B & Soul, bluesy song about a guy who has romantic feelings about a girl who only sees him as shoulder to cry on.

Heart-to-Heart

Crazy About You

Cain Walker - I Don't Care

Jingle bells are a ringin'
Carollers are singin' (fa la la la)
Been doin' a lotta thinkin'
Bout' YouTube n Linked In

Folks have a lotta interest
On Gab and on Pinterest
They seem to like Hip Hop
On SnapChat and Tik Tok

Big Tech is up to it's neck
Been cuttin' big checks
To left wing dilinquents
Can I get a witness?

Been callin' the shots -- from the shadows
Have we plumb lost -- the battle?
They treat us like sheep -- or cattle...
We're up a creek -- without a paddle!

We need to lay down our weapons
And declare a truce
We need to learn our lesson
And get back to our roots

It won't be as odd as it seems
Our cause may be pickin' up steam
We need to turn off our screens
And turn on--turn on our dreams
(turn on our dreams)

Been callin' the shots -- from the shadows
Have we plumb lost -- the battle?
They treat us like sheep -- or cattle...
We're up a creek -- without a paddle!

Need to lay down our weapons
And declare a truce
Need to learn our lesson
And get back to our roots

It won't be as odd as it seems
Our cause may be pickin' up steam
We need to turn off our screens
And turn on--turn on our dreams
Turn on our dreams...

Jingle bells are ringin'
Carollers are singin' (fa la la la)
Been doin' a lotta thinkin'
Bout' YouTube n Linked In

Folks are havin' a lotta interest
On Gab and on Pinterest
They seem to like Hip Hop
On SnapChat and Tik Tok

Been callin' the shots -- from the shadows
Have we plumb lost -- the battle?
They treat us like sheep -- or cattle...
We're up a creek -- without a paddle!

We need to lay down our weapons
And declare a truce
We need to learn our lesson
And get back to our roots

It won't be as odd as it seems
Our cause may be pickin' up steam
We need to turn off our screens
And turn on--turn on our dreams
Turn on -- our dreams

Turn on Our Dreams

I see you every morning
Standin' by your locker door
Class is drab and boring
I feel awkward and ignored

I practice what to say
But words just disappear
You walk right by me
Like I'm not even here

All these feelings that I harbor
Are a secret I can't share
Wonder if you'd even notice
If I shaved off all my hair

All the words I never said
In my heart and my head
My cries you never heard
Never heard a single word

In my heart you were my guy
And I was your only girl
But as far as you knew
It was a hard and lonely world

Years raced by -- we took completely, separate roads
Tried to tuck away these feelings, but they've only grown
Life took me far away, from everything I thought I knew
But I still wondered what became, what became of me and you

All these memories I'm keepin'
Like photos that have faded
Wonder if you ever think of
All the chances that we wasted

All the words I never said
In my heart and my head
My cries you never heard
Never heard a single word

In my heart you were my guy
And I was your only girl
But as far as you're concerned
It was a hard and lonely world

Then one day at the old coffee shop downtown
A familiar voice spun my whole world around
You were standin' there, waiting in line
We grabbed a chair, and lost track of time

I finally revealed
How I felt and still feel
What once was a fantasy
Has now become real

All the words I never said
In my heart and my head
My cries you never heard
You finally understood

Now you're my only guy
And I'm your only girl
Now it's not such a hard
A hard and lonely world

These feelings aren't bogus
No more a secret I can't share
I'm pretty sure you'd notice
If I shaved off all my hair

Now you're my only guy
And I'm your only girl
Now it's not such a hard
A hard and lonely world

A Hard and Lonely World

Unstoppable

Both My Child

Happy Hardcore track inspired by my twin daughters...

Still Sisters

Never been to art school
But I can draw the wrong conclusion
Now I'm sittin' on this barstool
Tryin' to find absolution

Lookin' for forgiveness
In the strangest places
Lookin' for deliverance
From strangers that are nameless

I strike up a conversation
With a sad, unhappy soul
Six degrees of separation
From a man that's on the dole

We have a lot more in common
Than you might ever know
Don't need a priest or shaman
to circumcise my soul

I need to pay my tab
And walk out that door
My future's up for grabs
I feel it deep in my core...

Still believe in the golden rule
Gotta pretty sticky situation
Feel like a silly old fool
Tryin' to find some kind of salvation

Lookin' for a way of escape
From this mixed up maze
Lookin' for forgiveness
For healin' and grace

I strike up a conversation
With a sad, unhappy soul
Six degrees of separation
From a man that's on parole

We have a lot more in common
Than you might ever know
Don't need a priest or shaman
to circumcise my soul

I need to pay my tab
And walk out that door
I need to catch a cab
They're moppin' up the floor

All these memories I'm makin'
Like photos that have faded
Leave me alone and naked

I strike up a conversation
With a sad, unhappy soul
Six degrees of separation
From a cabby with a heart of gold

We have a lot more in common
Than you might ever know
Don't need a priest or shaman
To circumcise my soul

I need to pay my tab
And walk out that door
Left my white coat in the lab
Tossed my doubts on the floor

Never been to art school
But I can draw the wrong conclusion
Now I'm sittin' on this barstool
Tryin' to find absolution

I strike up a conversation
With the One who's in control
Six degrees of separation
From revolution and revolt 

Six Degrees of Separation

I wake up rumpled and unshaven
But I'm humbled and I'm thankful
For the beauty of Your creation
That's so serene and tranquil

I smell the eggs and bacon
Slip on my robe n sandals
Sit down at the table
Brain n eggs are scrambled

We pray and pause before we eat
And thank God for our daily bread
For the sound of little running feet
And for the roof above our heads

Thank You for Your provision
For our family and our friends
We ask You for forgiveness
God help us to make amends

We were lost and blind
You bore our shame
We wanna take this time
To praise Your name

We were imprisoned
Needin' forgiveness
We spoke Your name
You broke our chains


Thank You for Your provision
For our family and our friends
We ask You for forgiveness
God help us to make amends

We were lost and blind
You bore our shame
We wanna take this time
To praise Your name

We were imprisoned
Needin' forgiveness
We spoke Your name
You broke our chains

We need Your wisdom
We were imprisoned
Needin' forgiveness
You died n are risen

You bore our shame
We spoke Your name
You broke our chains
You broke our chains

You bore our shame
We spoke Your name
You broke our chains

We were lost and blind
You bore our shame
We wanna take this time
To praise Your name

We were imprisoned
Needin' forgiveness
We spoke Your name
You broke our chains 

You Broke Our Chains

Song about growing up in the 50's and 60's by Retro Poet Stan Countz
Lyrics
Take a ride in my time machine
Take a spin, it's been a changing scene.
How long's it been since you were seventeen
And you knew absolutely everything?

Back to the days
of Mickey Mantle and Willy Mays
Tony Randall and Doris Day
Lou Rawls and Marvin Gaye.

Do you recall that fateful day
in the motorcade?
The day they shot
JFK?

Barney Google blew his bugle
and marched in place.
Yankee Doodle used his noodle
and won the race
to the moon...
And the dish ran away
with the spoon.

Back in the day
when the big debate
was who to take
on that big date.

Days of carhops on roller skates
sock hops and blind dates
Before Vietnam and Watergate
pet rocks and eight track tapes

Before we had to ask our date
if they were gay, bi or straight.

Couldn't wait to drive our Fords and Chevys.
Lookin' forward to 'goin' steady.
The Beav, Wally and Eddy
Fred, Barney and Betty.

Gettin' ready to take on the world
One day at at time.
We didn't have a dime.
It was a simpler time

and a slower pace.
We looked our friends
right in the face.
Had no use for Youtube
Facebook or Myspace

Tatoos were taboo.
Only cowboys cried "yahoo".
We were lost on Gilligan's Isle
and Lost in Space.
Loved Gomer Pyle
and Peyton Place.
Perry Mason never lost a trial
or a case.

Barney Google blew his bugle
and marched in place.
Yankee Doodle used his noodle
and won the race
to the moon...
And the dish ran away
with the spoon.

The Dish Ran Away with the Spoon

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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