Showing posts with label Stan Countz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stan Countz. Show all posts

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Say Goodbye to 2008 and Face 2009

by Stan C. Countz

It was great; it was fine
But I can't wait to shut the gate
On two thousand eight
And mark the date for two thousand nine

So don't complain
Don't moan and whine
Just use your brain
And I'll use mine

Just face the pain
And take the time
To praise His name
And walk the line

Take your aim and wait for a sign
One day the sun again will shine
We'll leave the days of rain behind
Say goodbye to two thousand eight
It's time to face two thousand nine

Friday, December 26, 2008

DOCTOR JEKYLL AND MRS. HYDE

by Stan C. Countz

ONE MINUTE SHE’S BREE
THE NEXT SHE’S EDIE
ONE MINUTE SHE’LL FOLLOW ME
THE NEXT SHE’S LEADING

SHE’S SUZY HOMEMAKER
AND SHE TAKES IT ALL IN STRIDE
NO ONE CAN RATTLE OR SHAKE HER
OR TAKE HER FOR A RIDE

NO ONE CAN SADDLE
OR BREAK HER RAGE
SHE ‘S DOCTOR JEKYLL
AND MRS. HYDE

ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE
AND WE’RE ALL MERELY PLAYERS
LIFE IS LIKE AN ONION
SO PEEL BACK THE LAYERS

SHE’S DOCTOR JEKYLL
AND SHE’S MRS. HYDE
SHE CAN TAKE YOU
ON A ROLLER COASTER RIDE

ONE DAY SHE’S PEDAL TO THE METAL
THE NEXT SHE’S TALKIN’ SUICIDE
ONE DAY SHE’S WILLING TO SETTLE
THE NEXT DAY SHE SAYS SHE LIED

NO NEED TO BE AFRAID
PAY NO HEED TO THE NAYSAYERS
JUST COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
AND KEEP SAYIN’ YOUR PRAYERS

SHE CAN NEVER MAKE THE GRADE
HER BEST JUST AIN’T GOOD ENOUGH
BUT IF SHE’LL TRUST HIS LOVE AND GRACE
SHE CAN REST ASSURED SHE’S CURED
AND HER SIN HAS BEEN ERASED

Monday, December 1, 2008

BLACK FRIDAY / WE DON'T SELL THAT HERE

by Stan C. Countz

VERSE 1
Gotta roll out of the sack; can't miss the bargains and sales
The merchandise is tagged and tidy; the cash registers are ringing
We’re finally in the black; paid attention to the slightest details
Can’t look back: it’s Black Friday and our accountants are singing

VERSE 2
We’ve watched the game and eaten our turkey dinner
Now we’re looking over the Thursday paper
Our tummys are full and we’re cheering on the winner
Our Christmas money will disappear in a vapor

CHORUS
Pushin’ and shovin’ for a microwave oven
They’ve waited all year for that fishin’ gear
What they really need is some good lovin’
But we don’t sell that here
All they think they need is a DVD player
A video game or the latest, greatest cell
What they need can only be found in prayer
It’s hard to tell, but we don’t sell that here

BRIDGE
The merchandise is tagged and tidy and the cash registers are ringing
Retailers Paradise: it’s Black Friday and our accountants are singing
Been workin’ hard on our displays; been stocking all our shelves
Workin’ hard all year to pay our taxes; now we can pay ourselves

INSTRUMENTAL

VERSE 3
All they think they need is an MP3 player
And we just so happen to have it all on sale
What they need can only be found in prayer
God’s love is the only thing that never fails
But we don’t sell that here…No we don’t sell that here…

OUTRO
That Ipod you just can’t live without is just too complicated
The latest computer sittin’ on the shelf will soon be an antique
That HD TV you’ve heard so much about Is slightly over-rated
It don’t matter if it’s slim and sleek ‘cuz it’ll be outdated in a week
That MP3 player sittin’ on the shelf will soon be an antique
So love your neighbor as you love yourself and His kingdom seek

CHORUS