ABOUT ME
A MAN OF INTEGRITY
THINGS TO COME
THROW ME A ROPE
FACIN' ARMAGEDDON
ME AND DOCTOR JACK
HEROES, FOES AND VILLAINS
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
WHAT’S YOUR BRAND, WHAT’S YOUR LABEL?
by Stan C. Countz
You know you’re battin’ zero when the villain is your hero
It’s enough to drive a good man to tears
You’ve reached rock bottom when the best you’ve ever gotten
Is Paris Hilton or Britney Spears
These days they pierce a lot more than just their ears
It’s time we face our forgotten fears
Whatever happened to shoppin’ at JC Penney and Sears?
The answer is pretty clear
What’s your brand? What’s your label?
NorCal, SoCal or just what’s on sale?
Can you mix with other clans and cliques?
Do you subscribe to satellite or cable?
If you’re not the same brand or label
Are you able to sit at the same lunch table?
Can your friendship withstand it or is it too unstable?
Tell me more if you’re able
What’s hot and what’s not? Have they got what you want
at Hot Topic, Hollister, Zumiez or Claires?
It’s not just the rich who shop at Abercrombie and Fitch
What if we switch from baggies to flares?
How do we know where to go to get extensions for our hair?
It may sound funny and a bit unfair but when Wolfman Jack
was on the air, we could always tell Sonny from Cher
Today they just don’t care
Today you gotta know if they’re Bro or Emo, Goth or Prep
Do they prefer screamo, country, hip hop or rap?
Should we shop at d.e.m.o., Hollister, Hot Topic or Gap?
Do they wear lots of color or only grays and blacks?
Do they prefer the Whopper or the Big Mac?
Do they have sudden outbursts or panic attacks?
Do they prefer ballet, or tap? PC or Mac? GMC or Cadillac?
Where do they stand on the war in Iraq?
Are they a cutter or a gamer, do they stutter or wear retainers?
Are they personal trainers, oil painters or entertainers?
We’ve noted the disclaimers and checked off the boxes
Now we can choose between the "dogs" and the "foxes"
It’s not that strange to see the guys dress like girls
And the girls dress like guys; don’t buy into the lies
Look into each other’s eyes; who would we be
Without the disguise? We'll be cut down to size
Some can’t decide if they’re prep or scene
Girls dress in guys’ briefs and guys in girls’ jeans
Some eat only greens; some will eat meat
Some will eat hearty and some hardly eat
Some are messy, some are neat; some are mean, some are sweet
Some are big; some petite; some are strong; some are weak
But one thing is for sure; we’re all unique
Cliques and clans are great for bands but I’ve got a plan
for my own brand and I’m callin’ it mine
If they ask for the label, I’ll tell ‘em to read the sign:
“I’m made by hand, I’m one of a kind”
Some are smart and wise; some have been shunned and marginalized
If some could multiply, add or divide, I’d be surprised
Some are hard to recognize; some have their hands in too many pies
but everyone is a legend in their own mind
Society at large is too compartmentalized
If I were in charge, I’d stop the press and stop the lies
Tell everyone to look into each other’s eyes
and see each other for who we are with no disguise
It’s time we turned the tables; if we can and if we’re able
Let’s forget the brand and forget the label
I met a man who was born in a stable; good and bad sat at His table
He had no brand; He had no label
He was just Himself, He wasn't tryin' to be anyone else
How can we love our neighbor if we can’t love ourself?
So just be the best you that you can be; just be yourself
and you will see what He can enable you to do and be
Our heroes once were John Wayne and Clark Gable
Greta Garbo and Betty Grabel
We had Johnny Carson and Johnny Quest
Queen for a Day and Father Knows Best
Who cares if you’re a Skater or Prep
Scene, Emo, Bro or who knows what’s next?
Accept each other for who and what you are
Reach out to your bro and you’ll go far
You know you’re battin’ zero when the villain is your hero
It’s enough to drive a good man to tears
You’ve reached rock bottom when the best you’ve ever gotten
Is Paris Hilton or Britney Spears
These days they pierce a lot more than just their ears
It’s time we face our forgotten fears
Whatever happened to shoppin’ at JC Penney and Sears?
The answer is pretty clear
What’s your brand? What’s your label?
NorCal, SoCal or just what’s on sale?
Can you mix with other clans and cliques?
Do you subscribe to satellite or cable?
If you’re not the same brand or label
Are you able to sit at the same lunch table?
Can your friendship withstand it or is it too unstable?
Tell me more if you’re able
What’s hot and what’s not? Have they got what you want
at Hot Topic, Hollister, Zumiez or Claires?
It’s not just the rich who shop at Abercrombie and Fitch
What if we switch from baggies to flares?
How do we know where to go to get extensions for our hair?
It may sound funny and a bit unfair but when Wolfman Jack
was on the air, we could always tell Sonny from Cher
Today they just don’t care
Today you gotta know if they’re Bro or Emo, Goth or Prep
Do they prefer screamo, country, hip hop or rap?
Should we shop at d.e.m.o., Hollister, Hot Topic or Gap?
Do they wear lots of color or only grays and blacks?
Do they prefer the Whopper or the Big Mac?
Do they have sudden outbursts or panic attacks?
Do they prefer ballet, or tap? PC or Mac? GMC or Cadillac?
Where do they stand on the war in Iraq?
Are they a cutter or a gamer, do they stutter or wear retainers?
Are they personal trainers, oil painters or entertainers?
We’ve noted the disclaimers and checked off the boxes
Now we can choose between the "dogs" and the "foxes"
It’s not that strange to see the guys dress like girls
And the girls dress like guys; don’t buy into the lies
Look into each other’s eyes; who would we be
Without the disguise? We'll be cut down to size
Some can’t decide if they’re prep or scene
Girls dress in guys’ briefs and guys in girls’ jeans
Some eat only greens; some will eat meat
Some will eat hearty and some hardly eat
Some are messy, some are neat; some are mean, some are sweet
Some are big; some petite; some are strong; some are weak
But one thing is for sure; we’re all unique
Cliques and clans are great for bands but I’ve got a plan
for my own brand and I’m callin’ it mine
If they ask for the label, I’ll tell ‘em to read the sign:
“I’m made by hand, I’m one of a kind”
Some are smart and wise; some have been shunned and marginalized
If some could multiply, add or divide, I’d be surprised
Some are hard to recognize; some have their hands in too many pies
but everyone is a legend in their own mind
Society at large is too compartmentalized
If I were in charge, I’d stop the press and stop the lies
Tell everyone to look into each other’s eyes
and see each other for who we are with no disguise
It’s time we turned the tables; if we can and if we’re able
Let’s forget the brand and forget the label
I met a man who was born in a stable; good and bad sat at His table
He had no brand; He had no label
He was just Himself, He wasn't tryin' to be anyone else
How can we love our neighbor if we can’t love ourself?
So just be the best you that you can be; just be yourself
and you will see what He can enable you to do and be
Our heroes once were John Wayne and Clark Gable
Greta Garbo and Betty Grabel
We had Johnny Carson and Johnny Quest
Queen for a Day and Father Knows Best
Who cares if you’re a Skater or Prep
Scene, Emo, Bro or who knows what’s next?
Accept each other for who and what you are
Reach out to your bro and you’ll go far
Thursday, December 27, 2007
IF ONLY I’DA
Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz
It’s easy to sit on the sidelines and call out all the winning plays
It’s so easy to sit and say “I’da done it a whole different way…”
When you’re sloggin’ through the mire, it’s hard to think of sunny days
When you’re passin’ through the fire it don’t feel like a passin’ faze
But it’s another thing to hit the ground runnin’ and play the game
You can’t point the finger; got no one else but yourself to blame
This goes against the grain but you’ll never be quite the same:
So keep your mind in the game you can learn to light the flame
Shoulda, woulda, coulda; if only I’da been there
I’da done it so much better if I’da just gone in there
I’da never made that play; I’da ran it all the way
Shoulda, woulda, coulda; I’da won the day
Armchair quarterbacks have never been sacked
They never miss a kick or a touchdown pass
They woulda done better if they’da made the play
Armchair quarterbacks always win the day
But put ‘em down on the field and remove their remote
Take away the bag of chips and you got a different boat
Take away the “instant replay” and constant “potty breaks”
And you’d see and hear a lot more catastrophic mistakes
Whether you like to chat or the cat got your tongue
The day will come when the truth will be revealed
You’re sittin’ in your armchair yellin’ out your lungs
But it’s a whole new game when you’re down on the field
Shoulda, woulda, coulda; if only I’da been there
I’da done it so much better if I’da just gone in there
I’da never made that play; I’da ran it all the way
Shoulda, woulda, coulda; I’da won the day
We never know what we would do
Unless we’re goin’ through it too
We may have little, much or plenty
But hindsight’s always twenty twenty
It’s easy to sit on the sidelines and call out all the winning plays
It’s so easy to sit and say “I’da done it a whole different way…”
When you’re sloggin’ through the mire, it’s hard to think of sunny days
When you’re passin’ through the fire it don’t feel like a passin’ faze
But it’s another thing to hit the ground runnin’ and play the game
You can’t point the finger; got no one else but yourself to blame
This goes against the grain but you’ll never be quite the same:
So keep your mind in the game you can learn to light the flame
Shoulda, woulda, coulda; if only I’da been there
I’da done it so much better if I’da just gone in there
I’da never made that play; I’da ran it all the way
Shoulda, woulda, coulda; I’da won the day
Armchair quarterbacks have never been sacked
They never miss a kick or a touchdown pass
They woulda done better if they’da made the play
Armchair quarterbacks always win the day
But put ‘em down on the field and remove their remote
Take away the bag of chips and you got a different boat
Take away the “instant replay” and constant “potty breaks”
And you’d see and hear a lot more catastrophic mistakes
Whether you like to chat or the cat got your tongue
The day will come when the truth will be revealed
You’re sittin’ in your armchair yellin’ out your lungs
But it’s a whole new game when you’re down on the field
Shoulda, woulda, coulda; if only I’da been there
I’da done it so much better if I’da just gone in there
I’da never made that play; I’da ran it all the way
Shoulda, woulda, coulda; I’da won the day
We never know what we would do
Unless we’re goin’ through it too
We may have little, much or plenty
But hindsight’s always twenty twenty
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