Name: The Right to be Wrong by Stan Countz
Duration: 3 min 55 s
Description: Broken-hearted man decries his lot, reflects on his lost love and wonders if he has the right to be wrong.

A song born from a quiet night,
carrying memories across endless skies.

Even if we are far apart,
we are always under the same sky.

Soft Future Bass × Japanese and English lyrics.
A gentle echo of love and memories floating through the night.

— Lyrics: Rivi
— Concept & Production Support: Nyx (AI)and suno AI

under the same sky

Title: Trinity.of.Sound Releases New Single "Before The White Man"

With "Before The White Man," Trinity.of.Sound takes us on an emotional journey to a time of untouched nature and boundless freedom. The song's international pop sound combines modern rhythms with a deep longing for a world in harmony with itself – a world where eagles flew, buffalo herds roamed, and the drums on the riverbank set the beat of life.

The poignant lyrics paint pictures of vast landscapes, dancing fires, and a lost harmony. "Where the rivers ran, before the white man came," sings Trinity.of.Sound, creating a goosebump-inducing moment that lingers long after. "Before The White Man" is more than just a song – it's a powerful statement and a melancholic reminder of what was. Immerse yourself in this unforgettable sound.

Lyrics Copyright by Trinity.of.Sound  / Title: Before The White Man / Length: 05:13 

Oooohhhh  Jaeeehhhh

I hear the wind, it calls my name,
Through hills of sage, it sounds the same,
Before the white man came to stake,
We’d dance at dawn by the river’s lake.

Our fires burned, the stars would sigh,
No fences stood between the sky,
We lived with deer and bison free,
A land of song and harmony.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

The eagle soared with wings so wide,
Our children played by the riverside,
We sang in time with rolling streams,
The world was bright, alive with dreams.

Now the forest weeps, the old oaks fall,
Still I wander here, I recall it all,
The laughter gone, the songbird cries,
A lost world’s truth beneath these skies.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.


Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

I feel the dust beneath my feet,
Where horses ran with thunder’s beat,
Where clans would gather, voices high,
Songs of earth that touched the sky.

The river’s bend where elders spoke,
With wisdom strong in every smoke,
Their stories carved in canyon walls,
Now silent there, the eagle calls.

The drumbeat fades, the fire’s cold,
The songs once young, now ages old,
Yet in my heart, the memories sing,
Of dancing free in endless spring.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

I feel the dust beneath my feet,
Where horses ran with thunder’s beat,
Where clans would gather, voices high,
Songs of earth that touched the sky.

The river’s bend where elders spoke,
With wisdom strong in every smoke,
Their stories carved in canyon walls,
Now silent there, the eagle calls.

The songs once young, now ages old,
Yet in my heart, the memories sing,
Of dancing free in endless spring.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.





Before The White Man

Finished song to my easy cello beat. turned into a pop song.

Songs in the Night

Broken-hearted man decries his lot, reflects on his lost love and wonders if he has the right to be wrong.

The Right to be Wrong

"Thorns First" is VELA at her rawest — a dark-pop anthem laced with defiance, beauty, and unapologetic truth. It’s not about being difficult. It’s about being real. With cinematic production and razor-sharp lyrics, VELA dismantles the idea that femininity must be soft to be worthy, daring listeners to embrace their power—thorns and all.

This isn’t heartbreak.
It’s a warning label wrapped in velvet.



Thorns First

De Vuelta a Ti 2

Same track but a slight difference vocals

Heartattack

(ShiftMode an alternate take on my original vision, reimagined with new lyrics and vibe while keeping the heart of the chorus)

Somewhere between the dirt road and the stars,
your voice still lingers.
It’s in the wind through the pines,
in the sound of things we thought we’d forgotten.

Out here, the past isn’t gone,
it’s just playing on a different channel.

Backroads and frequencies…
where I can still find you.

Backroads and Frequencies (ShiftMode)

fire inside.mp3

Simply Complicated

“Low Frequency Vibe 5.0”
This suite maps the emotional and metaphysical cost of linking with people or energies that operate in low frequency — not just in sound, but in intent, vibration, and consequence.
It's architected  as a sonic autopsy: each verse exposes how certain connections drain, distort, and destabilize. The lyric doesn’t just name the sabotage — it traces the cadence, maps the entropy, and documents the recalibration.
Narrative Arc
Intro: Sets the tone — low frequency as static, distortion, and spiritual drag
Hook: Afrobeat-infused warning — they move like fog, misalign stars, leak entropy
Verse 1: Hip-Hop cadence exposes the mechanics — cracked vessels, siphoning hugs, shadow operations
Verse 2: R&B flow reveals the emotional toll — rhythm off, spirit dimmed, signal lost
Bridge: Ambient soul declares rupture as sacred — some links must fade
Outro: Spoken clarity — the cost is known, the soul is recalibrated, movement resumes
Core Message
“Low Frequency Vibe” is a coded declaration of energetic sovereignty. It’s not about blame — it’s about recognition, rupture, and reconstruction. You name the sabotage, honour the pain, and architect peace.

Low Frequency Vibe 5.0 #R&B Hip-Hop Afrobeat

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!

The Right to be Wrong

Stan Countz

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