Name: Old School by Stan Countz in Old School
Duration: 3 min 50 s
Description: A song about growing up in the Baby Boomer generation set to Happy Hardcore, by Stan Countz, Retro Poet

Old School

SPIKE THE EGGNOG! © (work tape)
written by Jenessa Vitaga

Some people say that they wish 
Christmas came every day
For me that’s not the case
One day a year is about all I can take

It’s not that I don’t feel the magic
Or love the cuddle weather
It’s just that I go batshit
When everybody comes together

So put the lights up on the tree
And top it with a star
Here comes my toxic family
I’m gonna need an open bar

Happy Birthday, Jesus!
I know you’re able to turn water into wine
Take this eggnog and make it 90 proof                              
Cus if I’m sober 'til this is over, I’ll lose my mind!
Please, spike the eggnog! 

Under the mistletoe it looks like 
Uncle Earl didn’t learn his lesson
Last year he was kissin’ his first cousin
Now he’s hitting on a second

We all know that Grandpa Joe stole
Every dollar from the Christmas cards
My brother’s showing off his new Corvette
How did he forget the plate says “rental car”

Little Tommy learned to read this year
And Grandma misplaced 50 Shades of Grey
Must be a coincidence, but come to think of it
Nobody’s seen that kid all day

The ham tastes a little funny, huh
I asked my mom what that could be about
Dad bought it from an animal testing site
Got a really good discount!

Happy Birthday, Jesus!
I know you’re able to turn water into wine
Take this eggnog and make it 90 proof                              
Cus if I’m sober 'til this is over, I’ll lose my mind!
Please, spike the eggnog! 

SPIKE THE EGGNOG!


SPIKE THE EGGNOG! (worktape)

A song about growing up in the Baby Boomer generation set to Happy Hardcore, by Stan Countz, Retro Poet

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They Called Us Jesus Freaks

You won't find the answers at the bottom of a bottle

The Bottom of a Bottle

Most are woke. Few are awake. Is this what they meant when they promised "Hope and Change"? We need someone to deliver us from these golden chains. They say "He who controls the gold makes the rules." Don't sell your soul for ill-gotten gain. Is this what they meant when they promised "Hope and Change"?

Hope and Change

Got woke judges that are soft on crime
Justice ain't worth a rotten dime.
They ignore crime in the streets
Wanna take away our free speech

Got one set of rules for elites
Another set for you and me
Sheep's clothes, we're sheep
What they sow, they gonna reap

Now that they know, ain't no police
They wanted Trump impeached
Don't want preachers to preach
While the Commander-in-Chief
Can barely walk or speak

Sheep's clothes, we're sheep
What they sow, they gonna reap
What they sow, they gonna reap

Woke judges, Withhold justice
Woke judges, don't trust us
Woke judges, sow injustice
Woke judges, so disgust us

They ignore the constitution
And disdain the Bill of Rights
They wanna foment revolution
While inflation's out of sight

They look the other way
When it comes to migrant crime
Think they've gone insane
Or is it finally the right time?

Willis n Wade - they had it made
As did Bragg, Engoran and James
They had it all in the bag
Filled with bravado and swag

But failed to make their case
They pushed way too hard
Showed blatant disregard
For the law and, what's really sad

Is they dragged the flag
Through the muck and slag
So they need to be disbarred

Woke judges, Withhold justice
Woke judges, don't trust us
Woke judges, sow injustice
Woke judges, so disgust us

Got woke judges that are soft on crime
Justice ain't worth a rotten dime.
They ignore crime in the streets
Wanna take away our free speech

Got one set of rules for elites
Another set for you and me
Sheep's clothes, we're sheep
What they sow, they gonna reap

Woke judges, sow injustice
Woke judges, so disgust us
They sow injustice
They so disgust us...

Woke Judges

It’s true that love can take it’s toll
But no one wants a lump of coal
Ask Alice why she lost control
And jumped down that rabbit hole

She had a plan in mind, no doubt,
When she was out on a stroll
But when that rabbit showed up
She jumped right down that hole

Where will she be landin’?
Will she still be standin’?
Will she be holdin’ on?
Or will she be goin’ strong?

She ain’t afraid of hard work
Been through things far worse
Do what it takes to make it work
Even when things are at their worst

Ain't gonna say there won't be days
She’ll think she made a big mistake
Will she stand her ground?
Or make it through somehow?
Will she give more than take?
Will she bend or break?

Will she still be standin’?
Will she be abandoned?
Will she be holdin’ on?
Will she be goin’ strong?

She ain’t afraid of hard work
Been through things far worse
Do what it takes to make it work
Even when things are at their worst

She followed her heart down the rabbit hole
Lookin’ for that someone to have and to hold

Well she’s still standin’!
No tellin’ where she’s landin!
Yeah, she’s still holdin’ on!
Yeah, she’s still goin’ strong!

She ain’t afraid of hard work
Been through things far worse
Did what it takes to make it work
Even when things were at their worst

She had a plan in mind
But no one really knows
When a rabbit might show up
And jump right down a hole
When you’re out on a stroll

Rabbit Hole

CRT in classrooms. Boys in girls bathrooms.
Question the election, you’re shadow banned or cancelled.
Kids getting D's and F's; is it worth the gamble?
Fentanyl’s in Coke and Meth; our nation is in shambles

Bat lab. Gun grab. South Texas tragedy.
It’s sad, so sad. Ain’t the way it had to be
Mom’s mad. So’s dad; Been declared the enemy
Bad jab? Too bad. Big Pharma has indemnity…

I wonder what transpired?
I know it’s disconcertin’, but this isn’t workin’
We’re not “election deniers”
Would’ve gladly ceded, if they hadn’t cheated

Hunter dropped, lap top. Chairman Xi, Black Rock
Deep state reprobates made us all a laughingstock
CDC guidelines, Nordstream pipeline
Fifteen days to slow the spread, ships blocked in the Suez

Border crossers got no test, mostly peaceful protest
Go green. Gay Pride. Gender’s been redefined
Caved to BLM’s demands; Al-Qaida takes Afghanistan.
Haitians camped out under bridge, Moms and dads defend their kids

Biden’s a bold-faced liar
Ask Hillary or Bernie, they won’t be returning
Wonder what transpired?
They wanna keep it quiet, mostly peaceful riot

George Floyd. Can’t breathe; CHOP zone under seige
Floyd looters rob and steal; Boys neutered. Green New Deal
Rigged vote, Dems cheat. People votin’ with their feet.
Cops shot. Thought police. Patriots afraid to speak

If we’re to have half a chance, we need to don our big boy pants
DA’s that are Soros backed, need to be exposed and sacked
Act of God or DEW attack? Lahaina’s never comin’ back…
They had no clue it was a trap, If they’d worn blue
Would they’ve been zapped?

I wonder what transpired
On January sixth and can we get it fixed?
The Deep State elite conspired
Playin’ dirty tricks with our politics

Virus came from bitin’ bats, CDC’s been hidin’ stats
‘Bout vaccine caused heart attacks
Mar-a-Lago ransacked
War declared on oil and gas

Said virus spread by “the unvaxxed”
The cost of food and gas blamed on “Putin’s tax”
The world just laughs at all his “gaffes”
What will be on his epitaph?
"He tried to mandate masks!"
When will he wake up from his nap?”

If your last name ends with Biden
There’s nothin’ here to see, it’s a conspiracy
Sleeper cells in hidin’
Palms’ve been greased, bombs in the middle east

Big tech censorship, Zuckerbuck’s stocks dip.
Fist bumps crown prince, influx of immigrants
Churches closed, so are schools
Broke their own COVID rules

Student debts, homeless vets
Won’t forget, 2000 mules
US funds proxy war, parents stun school boards
Beatin’ ploughshares into swords
I can't take it anymore

I’m preachin’ to the choir
This is disconcertin’, but this isn’t workin’
Feds cuttin’ the barbed wire
We all know it’s wrong, but it’ll go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

I wonder what they’ve been hidin’?
They got some dirty laundry, now they’re in a quandry
We’re not “election deniers”
Would’ve gladly ceded, if they hadn’t cheat

Mostly Peaceful Riots

Bein' in love with an artist
Is one of my greatest gigs
Specially one who's smart
At makin' steak n ribs

Come summertime -she's chasin' butterflies
And, anything that flutters by
In winter she's in the kitchen
Bakin' her famous pumpkin pie

In the fall she's jumpin' puddles
Chasin' orange n red leaves
In the spring she captures buds
As they sprout on the trees

That's my amazing wife
Chasing butterflies
Anything that flutters by
Or captures her eye

She turns her Canon
On birds that are landin'
In creeks or canyons (she's my)
Chief companion

She can be seen chasin' butterflies
And, anything that flutters by
Or flies in the summer sky
Chasin' that natural high
Or whatever captures her eye

That's my amazing wife
Chasing butterflies
Anything that flutters by
Or captures her eye

She turns her Canon
On birds that are landin'
In creeks or canyons (she's my)
Chief companion 

Chasin' Butterflies

What We've Got

We've been entrusted with a gift
Don't wanna take it for granted
We believe there'll be -- a shift
Hope we make it -- to be candid

I must admit we've been disenchanted
With the slanted news and propaganda
If we'd just do what You've commanded
We won't be fooled, we'll still be standin'

You've not left us marooned n stranded
We're only passin' through on this planet
This world will fade like evenin' dew
We were made to be with You

It's easy to be disheartened n disenchanted
If we think we're part of this sin-sick planet
But, if we'll do what You've commanded
We won't be fooled, we'll still be standin'

You've not left us marooned n stranded
We're only passin' through on this planet
This world will fade like evenin' dew
We were made to be with You

You won't leave us marooned and stranded
You told us to bloom where we're planted
And, if we'll do what You've commanded
We won't be fooled, we'll still be standin'

We've not been left abandoned
Got one chance - better grab it
Help us use what we've been handed
And do what You've commanded

We won't be disenchanted
Only You have the answers
We won't be hopeless n blue
Our true home -- is with You

In Your house are many mansions
Only You have all the answers
Help us do as You've commanded
And we'll rule with You on this planet
This world's not our home it's true

We're only tourin' n passin' through
Knew You'd save n see us through
Cuz we were made to be with You
You've not left us marooned n stranded

We're only passin' through on this planet
This world will fade like evenin' dew
We were made to be with You 

Made to Be With You

Fences we’ve sat on, have now fallen down
Races we’ve bet on, can no more be found
I hope and pray, we’ll change our ways soon
Cuz the dish already ran away with the spoon

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Lord our country has taken a sad fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Can’t put this country back together again

I hope and I pray they won’t keep tryin’ to dumb us down
We’re countin’ the days til the sand finally runs out
He warned us in advance what these days would be like
Then we nailed His feet n hands to a tree with spikes

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Lord our country has taken a sad fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Can’t put this country back together again

Jack and Jill hiked up the Hill
To fetch a cup - of water
Jill fell down and ripped her gown
And Jack was off his rocker

Nursery rhymes are great and all
But this time we’ve taken a fatal fall
Humpty Dumpty can’t make amends
Or put this country back together again
Only the true king can bring true peace
May His kingdom come and never cease

Humpty Dumpty needs to jump off the wall
Lord our country needs to heed Your call
And stop listening to the wisdom of men
Only the true king can make us great again

This good news is no absurd fairy tale
He’s comin’ soon, His word never fails
On His promises we can safely depend
Only the true king can make us great again 

Humpty Dumpty

Wars and hatred rising in the air
Third world nations crying in despair
The earth is groaning, skies are ripped n torn
Like in the days about which Noah warned

Floods and fires, cities burning down
Frequent fliers, sitting on the ground
Truth is traded for sweet-sounding lies
But Jesus stated, this day would arrive

The signs are everywhere
Like lightning in the sky
Prophecies unfolding
Right before our eyes

He said to watch and pray
Redemption’s drawing nigh
We'll soon be called away
When He splits the eastern sky

The media's skewed and biased
They brag and they boast
Believing untrue messiahs
Channeling unholy ghosts

Hearts split and divided
Woke and full of pride
But still in the silence
He won't be denied

The trumpet's 'bout ready
'Bout ready to blow
Do you know where you're heading?
Are you ready to go?

He's not willing that one
Should stumble and fall
Even so, come
And answer His call

The signs are everywhere
Like lightning in the sky
Prophecies unfolding
Right before our eyes

He said to watch and pray
Redemption’s drawing nigh
We'll soon be caught away
When He splits the eastern sky

Lift your head, your King is near
The time is short, the call is clear
Don’t try to please the world
Instead seize the day
You can be assured
He'll lead the way

He said to watch and pray
Redemption’s drawing nigh
We'll soon be caught away
When He splits the eastern sky

Don’t be caught unawares…
The signs are everywhere...
The signs are everywhere...
The signs are everywhere... 

The Signs Are Everywhere

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!

Old School

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