One small moment a look, a smile, a laugh and suddenly you’re stuck replaying it like it meant everything.
Even if, to them, it meant nothing.
Ghost of a Moment is about holding onto something that was probably never real, but still won’t let go of you.

From the album Songs For No One out now.

Ghost of a Moment.m4a

Servant King

A song written by Russ and Nick Fenske talking about changing sides for the battle of ones soul.

Produced through Suno AI, including musical composition and vocals. 

Shout out to Genesis for the assist on Cover Art. 

Thanks to Snapseed for the tool to refine the Cover Art. 

Final Cover Art done by Nick Fenske. 

Let Him In

Lights Down Low (Acoustic)

CHARLIE

Lyrics
He's the Alpha and Omega
The first and the last
Son of God and man
His birth bridged the gap

We keep seeing a mirage
Thirsting for an oasis
He and Father God
Were on a first name basis

He was tempted in the desert
For forty days and nights
The lamb and the shepherd
Took our place, paid the price

Like a lamb led to the slaughter
He laid down His life
To save our son's n daughters
He came to make it right

God has solved the problem
Made a way, bridged the gap
Between a Holy, Perfect God and
Sinful, wicked man

Not by something we start or stop
Or what we do that's good or bad
It was the improbable swap
God's unstoppable plan

He swapped our sin for His perfection
He died n rose again for our redemption
He took our lashes, took our bruises
We swapped our ashes, for His beauty

Now there’s only one name
by which we can be saved
God knows, after three days
He rose from the grave

God has solved the problem
Made a way, bridged the gap
Between a Holy, Perfect God and
Sinful, wicked man

Not by something we start or stop
Or if we sit, we kneel or stand
It was the improbable swap
God's unstoppable plan

He swapped our sin for His perfection
He died n rose again for our redemption
He took our lashes, took our bruises
We swapped our ashes, for His beauty

Halleluuujah, Halleluuujah
Sing praise to the Great I am
The lion of the tribe of Judah
Laid down His life like a lamb

Pray He won't say "I never knew ya"
Praise His name and take His hand
It was the improbable swap
God's unstoppable plan

He swapped our sin for His perfection
Died n rose again for our redemption
Reed the book, you'll know what truth is
We know who wins, we know who loses

The mind of man can't imagine or conceive
What God has planned for those who believe

He swapped our sin for His perfection
He died n rose again for our redemption
He took our lashes, took our bruises
We swapped our ashes, for His beauty

The lion of the tribe of Judah
Laid down His life like a lamb
It was the improbable swap
God's unstoppable plan 

Improbable Swap, Unstoppable Plan

Patriot pop, happy hardcore song about following Christ in this cynical age by Stan Countz.

Invisible Cage

We love you cuz You first loved us. We hunger and thirst for Your touch. We come from dust but it's You we trust. You died the just for the unjust, but we threw You under the bus. Traded love for lust. Lady Justice has been corrupted. Traded truth for a fake gold nugget. If truth be told, we tried to fill that hole with pills and thrills and rock n roll. We're losing hold. The fruit we stole we traded in for fool's gold. Filthy and jaded, guilty and naked. God we can't make it on our own. My faith was shaken. I felt forsaken. I was a long, long ways from home. You're the Potter and we are the clay. Heavenly Father, you're acquainted with all of our ways. You saved my soul. Broke my chains on the rock. Hope my name's on the roll. You paid my toll. Said to ask and knock, seek and I'd find that pot of gold. If truth be told... It ain't no joke. I'd given up hope, then I gave You full control. You made me whole. Saw me as a diamond in the rough when I was just a lump of coal. If truth be told, we tried to fill that hole with pills and thrills and rock n roll. We're losin' hope. The fruit we stole we traded in for fool's gold. So make me bold. Sin has taken it's toll. But He claimed victory on the rock when they rolled away the stone. Yeah, my feet are planted on the rock and my name is written on the roll. So don't lose hope. He threw me a rope. Ain't no joke. It's a slippery slope. Don't sell your soul... for fool's gold. For fool's gold.

Fool's Gold

Imagine a land that smirks n laughs
And has a sick fascination
With hate-filled psychopaths
That celebrate assassination

We need to get back on track
Stick with facts, not accusations
To find n walk that narrow path
That leads to higher aspirations

Seven times, awful signs
Heaven saw the fraud n crimes
Thought Truth was fifty shades of gray
First Lincoln, King, then JFK

Seven times, warning signs
Grab a copy of the morning times
They ain't just callin' people names
They're lighting a match n fanning the flames

Running 'round the house
Playin' hide and seek
Didn't know I was about
To take a giant leap

Hadn't given it much thought
Way back in sixty three
The president had been shot
The nation hit it's knees

Seven times, awful signs
Heaven saw the fraud n crimes
We were all, hopin' he's OK
Was it Oswald, or the CIA?

Seven times, warning signs
Grab a copy of the morning times
They ain't just callin' people names
They're lighting a match n fanning the flames

Had a feeling of fear n dread
Somethin' stirred in my chest
Got a call from my son-in-law
Said Charlie Kirk was dead

The shooter was disturbed
I couldn't believe my ears
What I saw and heard
confirmed my worst fears

Seven times, or seventy times
Once or twice would not suffice
Should've seen, the warning signs
Whatever the cost, I'll pay the price

Seven times, awful signs
Heaven saw the fraud n crimes
Thought Truth was fifty shades of gray
But God's forgiveness paved the way

Seven times, the Morning Times
Should've seen the warning signs
Seek His face, watch and pray
Charlie would've wanted it that way

We need to get back on track
Stick with facts, not accusations
To find n walk that narrow path
That leads to higher aspirations

We need to stop callin' people names
Stop lighting a match n fanning the flames
Need to take this time to watch and pray
Charlie would've wanted it that way 

Fanning the Flames

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!