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Love the melancholic and soulful sound of this song!!! It is so beautiful...

The Box
Words & Music by Rhob Elliott
© 2017, 2025, Awful Racket Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved

[Verse 1]
They left it at my doorstep, no note, no name
Just a wooden box, locked up with chains
I fumble with the key, hands trembling tight
What’s inside could change my life tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
Would I find my innocence? The dreams I let slip?
The love that I lost? The words I once missed?
I take a deep breath, and I lift the lid…

[Chorus]
Oh, the box holds every tear, every time I walked away
Every promise left unspoken, every wish I couldn’t say
Would I hold them close or let them go?
What do you do with the past when it finally shows?

[Verse 2]
A photograph, edges frayed with time
A letter I wrote but never did sign
Laughter in echoes, a song left unsung
Shadows of moments I wish I'd undone

[Pre-Chorus]
Would I find my courage? The heart I once had?
The days I wasted, the love I let crash?
I take a deep breath, and I lift the lid…

[Chorus]
Oh, the box holds every tear, every time I walked away
Every promise left unspoken, every wish I couldn’t say
Would I hold them close or let them go?
What do you do with the past when it finally shows?

[Bridge]
Do I gather the pieces, try to make them whole?
Or set them all free and lighten my soul?
Maybe the past is a lesson, not a cage
Maybe it's time to turn the page

[Outro]
So I close the box, place it back on the floor
Not everything lost needs to be restored
I walk away lighter, let the echoes fade
Some things are meant to stay that way...

The Box

Hustler’s Hustle

(Verse 1) He’s all about the grind, never caught in a lie,
Hustler’s hustle, watch him as he rise.
Cash in hand, name buzzin’ in the streets,
Ties run deep, but he just stays discreet.
(Pre-Chorus) Never second-guessin’, he was born to play, Dice roll hot, never fold, never stay. City lights flash, but he’s two steps ahead, Got the world in his pocket, got ‘em all seein’ red. (Chorus) Smooth-talkin’ hustler, always keepin’ it real,
Stackin’ up the paper, got the streets on chill.
High life livin’, never lookin’ back,
Runnin’ up the score, never losin’ track.
(Verse 2) Silk shirt drippin’, ice on his wrist, Snake eyes lurkin’, but they know he don’t miss. Playboy moves, but his mind stay sharp, Talk money, talk power—every word leave a mark.
(Pre-Chorus) Never second-guessin’, he was born to play, Dice roll hot, never fold, never stay. City lights flash, but he’s two steps ahead, Got the world in his pocket, got ‘em all seein’ red.
(Chorus) Smooth-talkin’ hustler, always keepin’ it real,
Stackin’ up the paper, got the streets on chill.
High life livin’, never lookin’ back,
Runnin’ up the score, never losin’ track.
(Bridge) Fast hands, fast money, no time to waste,
Keep the circle tight, every move’s high stakes.
One call, one play, change the whole night,
He runs the club, got the city in sight.
(Outro) Yeah, he’s got the Maserati, but that’s just his style, He lives for the hustle, for the flash, for the wild. Never gonna stop, he was born to win, When you run with the hustle there’s no fear within.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Hustler’s hustle

I'm not your safe place, I'm not your cure...

Love

Wish I'd Read Between the Lines is a Pop, Contemporary Christian, Soft Rock ballad featuring piano, violin, flute, catchy hooks, harmonic vocals, hopeful, harmonic, piano worship, flute solo, passionate, introspective, harmonious vibe, layered tones, layered vocal harmonies, triumphant, emotional vocals, nostalgic melodies, vocal jazz, melancholic, mellow tone, sad vibes, lush textures, serene, gritty synth lead, electric groove, ambient pads, synth arpeggios, jazzy solo, hypnotic loops, soulful, reflective, relaxing melody, deep, smooth harmonies, emotional, warm piano chords, written by Stan Countz


Wish I'd Read Between the Lines

BURNING HOUSE
Words & Music by Rhob Elliott
©2013, Awful Racket Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

[Verse 1]
We built this house
Brick by brick 
With our own hands
Wrote our names in the concrete 
Where we used to stand
But the storms rolled in 
And the sparks flew high
Now we sleep in silence 
Under smoke-filled skies

[Pre-Chorus]
Photographs melt 
On this mantle of doubt
Love’s last whispers 
Getting all choked out
We're holding on
But no longer to each other
Just to memories 
We try to bury under...

[Chorus]
This burning house
We can't pretend
That the flames aren't crawling 
Through every bend
We lit the fire 
With the lies we told
Watched the walls fall down
Hearts turn cold
And I don't know how to save us now
From this burning house

[Verse 2]
Curtains turn to ashes, dreams to dust
What we had’s now cracked and covered in rust
I hear you crying from the other side
But we're trapped by pride and too hurt to try

[Pre-Chorus]
Shadows dance on what used to be
The home we made, now a casualty
Of all the words we never said
And all the love we left for dead

[Chorus]
This burning house
We can't pretend
That the flames aren't crawling 
Through every bend
We lit the fire 
With the lies we told
Watched the walls fall down
Hearts turn cold
And I don't know how to save us now
From this burning house

[Bridge]
Do we run or do we fight?
Can we douse this pain with light?
Or are we just ghosts in the smoke
Hanging on to what’s already broke?

[Chorus]
This burning house
We can't pretend
That the flames aren't crawling 
Through every bend
We lit the fire 
With the lies we told
Watched the walls fall down
Hearts turn cold
And I don't know how to save us now
From this burning house.

[Outro]
So if you go, go fast, don’t look back
I’ll be the ember in the aftermath
Just another soul who tried to stay
In a burning house that gave way
To ash and fate
Burning House

BURNING HOUSE

Raw. Unfiltered. Unapologetic. Rise From Spite is a cinematic trap anthem forged in defiance and sharpened by every scar. Built for survivors who rise not from peace—but from pressure. This is not a redemption arc. It’s a declaration. Hypnotic rhythms collide with tense ambient builds, massive drops, and poetic venom that spits in the face of every “you won’t.” It's fuel for the broken who still burn. Add it to your late-night grit playlist and let it be the pulse under your comeback.

Lyrics:

They left me behind.
They thought I’d break.
But cracks just let the light in—
and I set the dark on fire.

Built from rubble, bruises, scars,
Mapped my path in battle marks.
Every “no” they threw my way
Just echoed louder when I carved my name.

They said I’d fade.
Said I’d stall.
But I just learned
To climb through walls.

I don’t glow from ease—
I shine from fight.
This ain’t hope…
It’s bite.

I thrive in spite.
In the fire, I found form.
Every fall rewrote my storm.
I rise from spite—
Not forgiveness, not the light.
Just grit.
Just teeth.
Just night.

You think I need peace to move?
I built this empire on pressure wounds.
Spit out dust and called it breath,
Danced with demons ‘til they left.

I’m not healed. I’m not done.
I’m just better at burning on.

This ain’t luck—
It’s claws and grit.
Not a comeback—
It’s a permanent shift.

I thrive in spite.
In the fire, I found form.
Every fall rewrote my storm.
I rise from spite—
Not forgiveness, not the light.
Just grit.
Just teeth.
Just night.

Let them talk.
Let them point.
They don’t know the cost of this voice.
I gave my past a funeral,
And danced on the dirt.

I thrive in spite.
Not in peace, not from grace—
But from everything I had to face.
I rise from spite—
And I don’t need a reason to stay alive…
I just do.

Still here.

Rise From Spite

You're My Once

Sommer bei dir

Psalms 31

Oliver's Army Dreams (Mastered with Sunroof at 50pct)(2)

Beautiful Christian Song. Please feel free to play this at your loved one's funeral.

Where the Flowers Always Bloom

Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz (aka Stan and Be Counted) is a genre-bending songwriter with over 200 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.

Wish I'd Read Between the Lines

Stan Countz

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