This song is a soulful anthem of renewal and resilience. “Don’t Compare Today to Yesterday” reminds us that healing starts with small steps — sweeping the floor, letting sunlight in, breathing again. It’s about faith, grace, and rising together after the storm. Big John Show and Holly Harmony Star deliver an uplifting blend of gospel soul, country warmth, and heartfelt truth that speaks to everyone walking out of their past into a brighter tomorrow.

Don’t Compare Today to Yesterday

“True to the Core” is a raw, faith-driven anthem about survival, truth, and divine purpose. Big John pours his soul into every line, reflecting on years of struggle, loss, and resilience. From building his life out of nothing to learning how to live in honesty after a lifetime of lies, this song is both a confession and a declaration of spiritual awakening.

Guided by God’s light, John stands as a man reborn — no longer hiding behind the masks he once wore to survive. Every lyric testifies to the strength it takes to face pain with love, to speak truth even when it hurts, and to recognize God’s plan in every twist of fate.

With a voice that carries both grit and grace, “True to the Core” isn’t just a song — it’s a testimony of faith through fire. It reminds listeners that God’s light doesn’t just expose the truth… it heals it.


“True to the Core” is a raw, faith-driven anthem about survival, truth, and divine purpose. Big John pours his soul into every line, reflecting on years of struggle, loss, and resilience. From building his life out of nothing to learning how to live in honesty after a lifetime of lies, this song is both a confession and a declaration of spiritual awakening.

Guided by God’s light, John stands as a man reborn — no longer hiding behind the masks he once wore to survive. Every lyric testifies to the strength it takes to face pain with love, to speak truth even when it hurts, and to recognize God’s plan in every twist of fate.

With a voice that carries both grit and grace, “True to the Core” isn’t just a song — it’s a testimony of faith through fire. It reminds listeners that God’s light doesn’t just expose the truth… it heals it.

Truth in My Core

Life can eat your lunch
It can strip and beat you down
Life can pack a punch
And leave you bleeding on the ground

But Christ loved us so much
He gave up His holy crown
The serpent's head was crushed
Death couldn't hold Him down

Don't be disenchanted
He came to save this planet
He won't leave you abandoned
Just bloom where you're planted
He won't leave you marooned and stranded
He wants you to bloom where you're planted
And when the dust has finally landed
You won't be crushed, you'll be standin'

God sent His only son
As a sacrificial lamb
He came not to condemn
But to rescue fallen man

It's all there in His word
So don't be sad and glum
In case you haven't heard
The battle has been won

Don't be disenchanted
He came to save this planet
He won't leave you abandoned
Just bloom where you're planted

He won't leave you marooned and stranded
He wants you to bloom where you're planted
And when the dust has finally landed
You won't be crushed, you'll be standin'

He won't leave you marooned and stranded
He wants you to bloom where you're planted
And when the dust has finally landed
You won't be crushed, you'll be standin'

If you'll just bloom where you're planted
Don't be disenchanted
You won't be abandoned
Just bloom where you're planted

Bloooooooom -- where you're planted
Bloooooooom -- where you're planted
Bloooooooom -- where you're planted
Bloooooooom -- where you're planted 

Bloom Where You're Planted

A ballad about the quiet kind of love that shows up when life feels too heavy. Set in the small hours—wet streets, rent due, and the rattle of keys that won’t stop—the song finds holiness in the ordinary. A worn voice and Rhodes piano share the weight of the day, offering comfort without rescue. Each verse sketches working-class tenderness; the chorus becomes a promise: “Lay your weight on me, I’ll carry what you can’t.” A hymn for tired hearts and late-night kitchens, reminding us we don’t have to hold it all alone.

We'll Carry What We Can

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

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!