A short project full of bangers with catchy hooks. Enjoy it.

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John Gotti

Christian Pop Rock track based on Psalm 1:3 by lyricist and songwriter Stan Countz


Never Leave My Side

Pop song about unrequited love by lyricist and songwriter Stan Countz

A Moth Drawn to the Flame

Song about an outlier who became an insider in God's kingdom...

The Outlier - That Ball and Chain

Oh oh oh  
Na na na  
I only suffer when you shine  
 
You post your perfect sunny days  
And I just fade in little ways  
It’s like your smile was made to sting  
But I can’t say a single thing  

I fake a laugh at 3AM  
Scroll again, it never ends  

I only suffer when you shine (when you shine)  
I only break when you look so fine (so fine)  
I keep a playlist just for spite  
But I only suffer when you shine  

You brag around, I lose my breath  
Your joy feels like my little death  
I try to hide, but you still glow  
And I can’t tell you “let me go”  

I fake a smile, I play pretend  
Hoping this will someday end  

I only suffer when you shine (when you shine)  
I only break when you look so fine (so fine)  
I keep a playlist just for spite  
But I only suffer when you shine  

Drown me in your joy, again and again  
I’m sinking in the light you send  
You don’t even see me fall  
You just take it all  

I only suffer when you shine (when you shine)  
I only break when you look so fine (so fine)  
I only suffer when you shine  
Oh oh, when you shine  
Na na, when you shine  

I only suffer…  
When you shine  

When you shine (Teen Pop reload)

I want you to notice  
I want you to need this  
I want you to say the things you mean  

The war that you won  
Is the war that I’m losing  
If I’m already gone  
Then let me stay  

Just like my baby blue car  
With the heater stuck on  
I can’t do this for long  

Oh… God  
There’s a glitch in my happiness  
And you can’t fix it  
If I can’t have it  
Oh… no one will  

Oh… God  
There’s a glitch in my happiness  
And you can’t fix it  
If I can’t have it  
Oh… no one will  

I’ll find the limits  
Cross them all for you  
So I can fade on your own terms  

Just like my baby blue car  
With the heater stuck on  
I can’t do this for long  

Oh… God  
There’s a glitch in my happiness  
And you can’t fix it  
If I can’t have it  
Oh… no one will  

Oh… God  
There’s a glitch in my happiness  
And you can’t fix it  
If I can’t have it  
Oh… no one will  

Glitch in my heart  
Glitch in my mind  
Every smile’s electric  
But it’s not aligned  
Dancing in stat  
Spinning in chrome  
If I can’t hold you  
I’ll burn it alone  


Oh… God  
There’s a glitch in my happiness  
And you can’t fix it  
If I can’t have it  
Oh… no one will  

Oh… God  
There’s a glitch in my happiness  
And you can’t fix it  
If I can’t have it  
Oh… no one will  

Glitch in my happiness…  
Glitch in my happiness…  
No one will…  
No one will…  

Glitch in my happiness (Indie Dance Pop reload)

Jingle, jingle, ho-ho-ho
I’ve got a secret he needs to know

You wore that skirt up way too high
Kissed three boys under the mistletoe tonight
I saw it all, and I won’t forget
Santa’s got a list, and you’re my biggest bet

I wrote a letter, candy cane pen
Told him every dirty thing you did again

I told Santa you’re a slut (ho-ho-ho)
Now you won’t get presents, not even a pup
While I’m unwrapping diamonds under the tree
He’s stuffing your stocking with coal and disease
Yeah, I told Santa, told him what you’ve done
Merry Christmas, baby — your reputation’s gone

You said I’m jealous, maybe it’s true
But sugar cookies taste sweeter without you
So when your gifts don’t show this year
Remember who whispered in Santa’s ear

It’s snowing lies, it’s snowing shame
And I made sure he knows your name

I told Santa you’re a slut (ho-ho-ho)
Now you won’t get presents, not even a pup
While I’m unwrapping diamonds under the tree
He’s stuffing your stocking with coal and disease
Yeah, I told Santa, told him what you’ve done
Merry Christmas, baby — your reputation’s gone

Oh-oh, sleigh bells ringing, gossip singing
Candy canes taste like revenge I’m bringing
Reindeer laughing, elves all clap
Your perfect Christmas turned to crap

I told Santa you’re a slut (ho-ho-ho)
Now you’re the rumor everyone will know
While I’m the angel shining on top
You’re just the Grinch in a miniskirt flop
Yeah, I told Santa, told him what you’ve done
Merry Christmas, darling — your downfall’s begun

“Ho-ho-ho… no gifts for hoes.”

I told Santa

Daddy fixes cars on Saturdays,
Daddy makes the best spaghetti plates,
Daddy sings off-key but I don’t care,
He tells dumb jokes and he’s always there.

He can dance a little bit,
He folds the laundry, never quits.

So why does mom tell all her friends
That you’re impotent?
Impotent at what, daddy, impotent at what?
I don’t get it when they laugh so much.
Why does mom keep saying you’re impotent?
Impotent at what?

Daddy drives me home in the dark,
Daddy knows the best way through the park,
Daddy tells me stories late at night,
Even if they sometimes give me fright.

He can build a house of wood,
He can make me feel so good.

So why does mom tell all her friends
That you’re impotent?
Impotent at what, daddy, impotent at what?
I don’t get it when they laugh so much.
Why does mom keep saying you’re impotent?
Impotent at what?

She sips her wine, they laugh so loud,
I act like I don’t hear the crowd…
But I remember every word,
And now I sing it back to you.

Why does mom tell all her friends
That you’re impotent?
Impotent at what, daddy, impotent at what?
I don’t get it when they laugh so much.
Why does mom keep saying you’re impotent?
Impotent at what?

Impotent… at what?

Mom says Daddy is impotent

اللّيل شغّال أونلاين
قلبي عامل لوج إن عليك

بتظهر في الفيد زي إعلان
ستورياتك لمّاعة، قلبي تعبان
سوايب يمين، ماتش فوران
دي إم سريع، تعالى كمان
صورتك HD، قلبي بيجري
تايپنج ثانيتين… عقلي يسري
بلوك للوحدة، أنلوک لقلبي
لوكيشن قريب… تيجي وتربي؟

كونيكشن ثابت، سيجنال تمام
قلبي بيعمل لايك كل ما تنام
لما تقول “جاهز؟” روحي تقوم
ابعت پين، خلّيها اليوم

نِسهر حبّنا للّيل… لحدّ الصبح ما يبان
فولو فولو قلبي… واعمل سيف للزمان
سوايب على همّ الدنيا… دليت كل الأحزان
بارتي فوق الإسفلت… واحنا الضوّ في المكان

قلبك في الدي إم، شكله ناوي
إيموجي نار، والمزاج هاوي
ڤويس نوت قصير، بس سواه دافي
ريأكت بقلوب… والليل صافي
باك-تو-باك ميتينج؟ نؤجّل شغلنا
قهوة تو جو… وندوس على غُنا
كروم في عيونك، ستايل مجنون
سيلفي علينا… الدنيا فنون

كونيكشن ثابت، سيجنال تمام
قلبي بيعمل لايك كل ما تنام
لما تقول “جاهز؟” روحي تقوم
ابعت پين، خلّيها اليوم

نِسهر حبّنا للّيل… لحدّ الصبح ما يبان
فولو فولو قلبي… واعمل سيف للزمان
سوايب على همّ الدنيا… دليت كل الأحزان
بارتي فوق الإسفلت… واحنا الضوّ في المكان

قولها معايا: أونلاين… مش أوفلاين
حبنا ترند… طول اللّيل فاين
QR على قلبي… اسكان وداخِل
وانت الباسورد… والباقي باطل

سوايب يمين… سوايب شمال
ماتش اللّيلة… أحلى وصال
دي إم الآن… ردّ سريع
قلبي لوج إن… حبّ سميع

نِسهر حبّنا للّيل… لحدّ الصبح ما يبان
فولو فولو قلبي… واعمل سيف للزمان
سوايب على همّ الدنيا… دليت كل الأحزان
بارتي فوق الإسفلت… واحنا الضوّ في المكان

ستوري أخيرة… “لسّه معايا”
نقفل أبلكيشن… والقلب رايه

Follow my heart اتبع قلبي

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 entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

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