No Stoppin' Me Now

BE INSPIRED...

2008-06-11T10:51:00.001-07:00

INSPIRATIION AND PERSPIRATION
TO SAVE US, HE FORGAVE US
I FINALLY GET IT
RUNNIN' AWAY
THINGS TO COME

MY AMAZING DREAM

2008-01-30T01:50:00.000-08:00

by Stan C. Countz
INTRO: G G Em Em C C D D

Take a ride in my time machine
Take a spin it’s been a changing scene
How long’s it been since you were sweet sixteen
and you knew everything?
Ducktails and Brylcream; a little dab’l do ya
What’s been happenin’ to ya?
Glory Hallelujah

We’re hawkin’ Olea and Ovaltine
Got a brand new polio vaccine
Around the World in Eighty Days
Mohammed Ali was Cassius Clay

James Dean and Mr. Green Jeans
Were livin’ in a yellow submarine
You shoulda seen what we paid for gasoline
It woulda made you scream
It’s not what it seems, it’s my amazing dream

We played with pickup trucks and Pick up Sticks
Lincoln Logs and Tinkertoys
Got our kicks on Route Sixty Six
with Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys

Granny Clampett and Grampa McCoy
were our favorite old codgers
The Beach Boys really made some noise
We hated draft dodgers
But, good heavens, we loved Dale Evans
and, of course, Roy Rogers

Lucy, Ricky and Mr. Mooney
If you ask me they were all a bit loony
Fred and Alice were The Honeymooners
The King and Bing were our favorite crooners

Hello Dolly and Dolly Partin
Lewis and Martin were just barely startin’
When we were back in kindergarten
and milk came in bottles not cartons

Kids were kids, not supermodels
And rarely were they coddled
like Paris Hilton or Brittney Spears
Coke and beer came in little bottles

Cruised in our cars, not on a ship once a year
Played in the park without any fear
Bambi was our favorite deer
We were racin’ full throttle with no racin’ gear

Zuit Suits and Hoola Hoops; Olive Oil and Betty Boop
The Big Bopper and Alley Oop; 409 and Little Deuce Coupe
Gilligan’s Island, Hogan’s Heroes and F Troop
To tell you the truth, Nancy Drew was our favorite sleuth

Jack Lemon and Tony Curtis made us laugh so hard it hurt us
Richard Burton and Liz Taylor barely managed to avoid the jailor
If we’d finish our spinach we’d be stronger than Popeye the Sailor man
Dick Clark did his thing on Band Stand; the Beatles wanted to sing
and hold our hand; we were California Dreamin’ all across the land
while Surfer Girls were layin’ in the golden sand
and the Byrds were flyin’ high with Mr. Tamborine Man
Let me take you back in time if I can

Whatever happened to Captain Kangeroo?
Beehive hairdos and Dippety Doo
Howdy Doody, Boo Boo and Yogi Bear
Granny Clampett rockin’ in a rockin’ chair
Batman and Robin; hob nobbin’ at the county fair
I wanna take you back, I wanna take you there

Back when Wolfman Jack was on the air
We got no flack for sayin’ a prayer
The war in Iraq hadn’t yet been declared
The Big Mac hadn’t yet been prepared
and Sonny was still singin’ with Cher

Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig and Elmer Fudd
Abba Zabba, Chick-o-Sticks and Milk Duds
We didn’t idolize thugs, Crypts or Bloods
and beetles and crickets weren’t just bugs

Mr. Bubbles gave us lots of suds
Fred and Barney Rubble were bowlin’ buds
Hadn’t fired the first shot in the war on drugs
And Herbie was our favorite slug bug

Before Julia Roberts and Richard Gere
Paris Hilton or Britney Speers
Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
Were just beginning their careers

Howdy Doody, Tuttie Fruity
Mouseketeers and Micky ears
We were proud to do our duty
But we had to face our fears

Didn’t wanna catch no cooties
Shopped at JC Penny and Sears
I hate to trouble you
Can I buy you An A & W Rootbeer?

Pot was somethin’ we bought to cook in
Bought hardware at the hardware store
A chip was a little piece of wood
Software was what the ladies wore
and cowboys were always good

They wore white hats and red bandanas
We watched Parent Trap and Pollyanna
Had butterfly handlebars and a banana seat
The only gang in town was Spanky’s and
who didn’t love Alfalfa and Buckwheat?
We said words like “boss” and “neat”
Had whitewall tires and a rumble seat

We all wanted a little more of Mary Tyler Moore
And we all liked Dick Van Dyke
Rode our Schwinn bike to the corner store
and on windy days we’d fly our kite
Psycho gave us all a fright
but it was all in a Hard Days Night
Instead of visitin’ an internet site
We had Afternoon Delight
Never heard of gigahertz or gigabytes

Every night they tucked us into bed
While we were watchin’ Mr. Ed
Taught us to do what the Bible said
or took us behind the wood shed

We wore PF Flyers and Keds
but we didn’t take so many meds
And the communists were the Reds, not the Feds
(Or so they said)

Whenever we were able we prayed together at the kitchen table
and thanked the Lord for our daily bread
Before TIVO, satellite and cable, our heroes were guys like Clark Gable
Myrna Loy and Betty Grabel and Anne of Green Gables
They were more than just fables but now they’re all dead

We all took a Magic Carpet Ride
with Butch Cassidy and Bonnie and Clyde
Doctor Jekyl and Mr. Hyde and we all cried
when Ol’ Yeller died

We cheered each other on to win
Those Happy Days are Gone with the Wind
With Jimmy Durante and Errol Flynn
Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn
Rin Tin Tin and Ho Chi Min
Those Happy Days are Gone with the Wind

CAN I EVER TRUST MY HEART AGAIN?

2007-12-23T23:15:00.000-08:00

Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz

Don’t wanna feel the pain no more
Won’t ever be the same as before
Wish I’d never walked out that door
At least I know now what I’m lookin’ for
And it ain’t you, I done paid my dues
Wish you could walk a mile in my shoes
Here’s the news…I’m a bit confused
I got a case of the break my heart blues

Now that we’re apart, I need a brand new start
The question is: can I ever trust my heart again?
Can I trust my heart, not to fall apart?
I’m as sad and lonely as I’ve ever been
The question is: can I ever trust my heart again?

The heart can trick you and it can deceive you
The heart can prick you and it can grieve you
The heart can bend you and it can break you
But I could never blame, leave or forsake you

Without a doubt, it’s not the same without you
Built my world around you; I’m so glad I found you
Didn’t mean to doubt you; it’s not the same without you
I’m as sad and lonely as I’ve ever been
The question is: can I ever trust my heart again

Don’t wanna feel the pain no more
Won’t ever be the same as before
Wish I’d never walked out that door
At least I know now what I’m lookin’ for
And it ain’t you, I done paid my dues
I got a case of the break my heart blues

Wish you could walk a mile in my shoes
Here’s the news…I’m a bit confused
Got a case of the break my heart blues
Got a case of the break my heart blues

I asked you to be mine and you declined
In fact you down right refused
I hate to lose so I blew my fuse
and got a case of the break my heart blues
Got a case of the break my heart blues

NO STOPPIN’ ME NOW

2007-12-23T21:07:00.001-08:00

lyrics by Stan C. Countz

Anticipation builds as the room begins to fill
Now they’re sittin’ down and finally sittin’ still
Should I rehearse my verse or concentrate and chill?
Will they reject me or accept me and be thrilled?

Everyone is in their places and they've all taken their seats
It seems to me a sea of faces are now staring out at me
It's the stuff of dreams and the crowd seems nervous
(Or maybe that's just me?)Still learnin’, tryin’ to determine
if they’re laughin’ at or with me

Will my butterflies line up in neat little rows; will I go sharp or flat?
Will I miss the highs and lows or will I hit the note right off the bat?
Will they just sit there and stare or sing along or stand and clap?
Will it be all right or will it all go wrong? Will I be comin’ back?

Will they like my song or should I just stick with prose?
Will they hum and sing along or should I strike a pose?
Will they miss the point or will it hit ‘em right in the nose?
Will I rock the joint or will my chance go up in smoke?

The acts before me are beginning to bore me. Do I stand a chance?
How will it affect me if they reject or adore me?
What’ve I got to lose? My skills have grown, but I’m still unknown
Who even knew I could sing or dance?
Gotta try my wings and give my dreams a chance

The acts are many and various, funny and hilarious
but I think this is the scariest thing I’ve ever done.
This may be shockin’ but my knees are knockin’
Hope I won’t be floppin’ ‘cuz there ain’t no stoppin’ me now

Movin’ and groovin’ and on a roll, the band playin’ behind me
Singin’ out my heart and soul; hopin’ someone big will sign me
The show’s a rockin’ and there ain’t no toppin’ this feelin’ now
Rockin’ and reelin’, dancin’ on the ceilin’
’til I take my final bow

Won’t know where we stand ‘til the standin’ ovation
Won’t know if its quittin’ time or time for a celebration
Ain’t stoppin’ me ‘til we steal the show or take a bow
My knees are knockin but there ain’t no stoppin’ me now