Name: The Shoes of the Great Physician by Stan Countz in My Playlist #1
Duration: 3 min 59 s
Description: The Shoes of the Great Physician

My Playlist #1

Great American novel (Cover Of Larry Norman)

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[Verse 1]
I ride the jeepney through the morning haze
City buzzin’ in its lovely maze
Wind in my hair, sun on my face
Every turn reminds me of your grace

[Pre-Chorus]
Laughter echoes in the crowded streets
But you’re the calm in the city's beat
And in this dance of heat and sound
Your love is where I’m safe and found

[Chorus]
Bound for beaches, wild and free
Coconuts and mango trees
Your hand in mine, that sweet embrace
Love pours down in this bright place
Oh, we’re dancing through the light
You and me in Manila’s night

[Verse 2]
Colors flashing as we ride along
You hum to me our favorite song
My head leans close, you kiss my cheek
The world slows down, I barely speak

[Pre-Chorus]
No need for maps, you are my guide
Through every curve and bumpy ride
You smile, and I forget the time
Like I was made to call you mine

[Chorus]
Bound for beaches, wild and free
Coconuts and mango trees
Your hand in mine, that sweet embrace
Love pours down in this bright place
Oh, we’re glowing in the light
Hearts on fire in Manila’s night

Bridge 
Salt in the breeze, your eyes so wide
The ocean calls with every tide
I won’t let go, I’m holding tight
To you, my love—my Manila light

Final Chorus 
Bound for beaches, wild and free
Coconuts and mango trees
Your hand in mine, that sweet embrace
Love flows deep in this warm place
And wherever we may go
This love began in Manila's glow

Outro 
Your hand in mine… my sweet embrace...
You’re my heart, my home, my favorite place.

Your hand in mine… my sweet embrace...
You’re my heart, my home, my favorite place.

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Country Pretty in the Big City   by Edwin H. Balder
Grandma’s hands stacked records high,
Faded covers, dust in time.
Said, “Girl, this world might try to change you,
But country love won’t leave behind.”
I’d sit beneath that old porch light,
Drop the needle, hum on nights.
Mama said the city shined,
But I found gold in old steel twine.
Sang along with every tune,
Dreamed the songs would find me soon.
Never thought I’d leave this land,
But life don’t always play your hand.
Country pretty in the big city,
Where concrete drowns but can’t take me.
Tried to change my sound, tried to steal my name,
But twang don’t bend, twang don’t fade.
Country pretty in the big city,
Every chord still holds my heart.
May not fit their silver shine,
But country sings right through the dark.
City crowds don’t know my songs,
Say the words are too damn wrong.
Tried to drown me out in pop and chrome,
Tried to carve me into stone.
Said my boots don’t match the glow,
Told me, "Girl, just let it go."
But country’s stitched inside my skin,
And real don’t fold, real won’t dim.
Country pretty in the big city,
Where concrete drowns but can’t take me.
Tried to change my sound, tried to steal my name,
But twang don’t bend, twang don’t fade.
Country pretty in the big city,
Every chord still holds my heart.
May not fit their silver shine,
But country sings right through the dark.
Some trade roots for empty fame,
Some let city blur their name.
But I don’t bend for flashing signs,
I stand firm, I hold the line.
You don’t change what makes you whole,
You hold on tight, you don’t let go.
So I sing in bars too cold for twang,
Let ‘em scoff, let ‘em shame.
My grandma’s voice still guides me home,
Her records speak, I ain’t alone.
Some may laugh, some may fight,
But country stands, and so do I.
Country pretty in the big city,
Where concrete drowns but can’t take me.
Tried to change my sound, tried to steal my name,
But twang don’t bend, twang don’t fade.
Country pretty in the big city,
Every chord still holds my heart.
May not fit their silver shine,
But country sings right through the dark.
Grandma’s hands stacked records high,
Faded covers, dust in time.
Said, “Girl, this world might try to change you,
But country love won’t leave behind.”


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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Your everything I needed

I didn’t come
To this world
Only to learn
That the only
Way you earn
Is through love
I wasn’t born
To enter a world
Divided and torn
I came here
For love
I learned from
The scorned
That the way to truth
Is a perilous path
Having to deal
With other’s wrath
Where you have to
Fight and scratch
Just to survive
Just to stay alive
Or at least until the day
You arrive
Where you’re alone
Feeling the need
To atone
For all of the pain
Left by those
Who were here to gain
And not to love
©2025 wr heustis

Not To Love 2

The Shoes of the Great Physician

I'm so tired of being here  
Tired of names I can't forget  
Tired of seeing my own reflection  
Tired of always feeling lost within  
I keep waking up alive  
And I don't know what for  

I don’t want comfort, don't want lies  
I want escape, just close my eyes  

Yet in this fight, I can't ignore  
The faintest hope worth living for  
Underneath, a reason stays  
A voice that cuts through all this weight  
I'm reaching out beyond the fear  
Hoping something real is near  
Each step I take still feels like a fall  
But I keep moving through it all  

I remember the way she smiled  
How nothing I did was ever wrong  
She hid her hurt behind her eyes  
Made pain a verse inside her song  
I didn’t see how deep it went  
Thought she’d always be that strong  
Now she’s gone, her silence stayed  
And I'm still here, but I’m not okay  

I know she's gone, but nothing fills the space  
I still feel her in everything I face  

I see her face in every wall  
Hear her laugh, then nothing at all  
The world still turns, but not for me  
I'm haunted by who I used to be  
Each step I take still feels like a fall  
But I keep moving through it all  
She left with grace I'll never find  
And took the part I called alive  

She's not here, yet she won't leave  
Her laugh in the dark, her breath in me  
How do I keep walking like she’s still there  
Holding onto a ghost as if she cared?  

I still see her face when darkness calls  
Hear her voice before silence falls  
She's not here, yet I still react  
To a love I can't bring back  
I don’t know how to move beyond  
But I carry what she left behind  
In memories, I find my strength  
Each step I take still feels like a fall  
But I keep moving through it all  

I carry her with me  
In every step I don’t want to take  
That’s the promise  
That’s the hope I find in her

In Every Step

Psychedelic Pop, Indie Pop, Alternative Pop, Electric rock 

Barely there

over exposed

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Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz (aka Stan and Be Counted) is a genre-bending songwriter with over 250 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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