<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997894137577796227</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:40:41.127-07:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='Last Chance Dance'/><category term='songwriting'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='love songs'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>BACK HOME</title><subtitle type='html'>Original Lyrics by Stan C. Countz</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2997894137577796227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997894137577796227.post-317740678427228222</id><published>2008-06-11T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:09:24.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT’S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I peer in this dirty mirror&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t seem like thirty years&lt;br /&gt;But it seems to be perty clear&lt;br /&gt;It’s all downhill from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few laps and years &lt;br /&gt;were full of laughs and tears&lt;br /&gt;And then the path was clear&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be &lt;br /&gt;all downhill from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the path got steeper&lt;br /&gt;And my love for her got deeper&lt;br /&gt;And I knew in my heart&lt;br /&gt;She was a keeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the easiest guy to live with&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows I tried her patience&lt;br /&gt;I made her cry more than once&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn’t trade her for a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there on the fringes &lt;br /&gt;through all the tinges of her hair&lt;br /&gt;And through the baby bottles&lt;br /&gt;Rattles and teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been there through raisin’ teens&lt;br /&gt;Through attitudes and makin’ scenes&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know, I’m on her team&lt;br /&gt;She should be in a magazine&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel like a king&lt;br /&gt;She’s my beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be on her team all the way&lt;br /&gt;As long as I have her, I’ll be OK&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be her man until my dyin’ day&lt;br /&gt;Or at least until I’m old and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I peer in this dirty mirror&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t seem like thirty years&lt;br /&gt;But it seems to be perty clear&lt;br /&gt;It’s all downhill from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Through the tears and the pain&lt;br /&gt;I hope the years that remain &lt;br /&gt;Are worth the stress and strain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to face my forgotten fears&lt;br /&gt;To dry my eyes and wipe away my tears&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be perty clear&lt;br /&gt;We’ve made it thirty years&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s all downhill from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can learn to listen&lt;br /&gt;To the beat of each other’s drum&lt;br /&gt;I hope we won’t be missin’ out&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz we’ve only just begun&lt;br /&gt;We’ve only just begun… (2x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2997894137577796227-317740678427228222?l=canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/317740678427228222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2997894137577796227&amp;postID=317740678427228222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2997894137577796227/posts/default/317740678427228222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2997894137577796227/posts/default/317740678427228222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/photos-featured-in-valley-views.html' title='IT’S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997894137577796227.post-7226401124312835272</id><published>2008-01-21T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:06:25.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Chance Dance'/><title type='text'>LAST CHANCE DANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lyrics by Stan C.  Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin’ back it's so clear but back then I couldn't hear it&lt;br /&gt;I was new and I knew it; I was green and I blew it&lt;br /&gt;but I kept reachin’ for the moon and tryin’ to do it&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t lyin’ but it just wasn’t flyin’but I kept on tryin’ 'til I finally got it&lt;br /&gt;At first they fought it, then they sought it; then they finally bought it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a helpin’ hand and I bit it; I hate to admit it &lt;br /&gt;but I just couldn’t quit it; but when I did finally get it&lt;br /&gt;By then you’d had it and you were gone; what went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the top, guess I just plum forgot why I did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on tryin’ and I got my shot; I ain’t lyin’, it means a lot &lt;br /&gt;You’re tryin’ to connect the dots; I wanna give it all I got &lt;br /&gt;And take one last shot and see if you’ll take one last chance &lt;br /&gt;And dance one last dance with me; It costs nothin’ to dream &lt;br /&gt;I’m runnin’ outta steam; I know it’s not as easy as it seems &lt;br /&gt;So stretch your wings and fly and don't let your dreams ever die&lt;br /&gt;So I'm givin it all I got and takin' one last shot to see &lt;br /&gt;If you'll take one last chance and dance one last dance with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2997894137577796227-7226401124312835272?l=canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7226401124312835272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2997894137577796227&amp;postID=7226401124312835272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2997894137577796227/posts/default/7226401124312835272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2997894137577796227/posts/default/7226401124312835272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-chance-dance.html' title='LAST CHANCE DANCE'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997894137577796227.post-304526956564381474</id><published>2008-01-02T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:31:57.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lyrics by &lt;a href="http://linkedin.com/in/valleyviews"&gt;Stan C. Countz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all my treasure now, I no longer wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;I took a look around me and then ran the other way&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been livin’ life my way, drivin’ down the highway &lt;br /&gt;‘til I could no longer pay the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pockets are now empty, where’d they all go? &lt;br /&gt;They were there when there was plenty to go around&lt;br /&gt;Thought at least they’d wanna see the end of the show &lt;br /&gt;But they left in the night without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my friends would not desert me&lt;br /&gt;Knew they’d stick with me all the way&lt;br /&gt;I knew they’d never hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Now they’ve all gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sittin’ here on the shelf, cryin’ in my beer&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ sorry for myself and cryin’ bitter tears&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ lost and all… alone &lt;br /&gt;Wish I could crawl… back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a prodigal son I’ve been livin’ on the run&lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere else to go; I just wanna know&lt;br /&gt;What’s goin’ on&lt;br /&gt;Back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home… where my memories have been takin’ me&lt;br /&gt;Back home …to sunny days when I was runnin’ free&lt;br /&gt;Back home … where I know them and they know me&lt;br /&gt;Where I can carve my name in the family tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home on the farm where I don’t have to be&lt;br /&gt;The black sheep of the family&lt;br /&gt;Where my father is awaitin’ me &lt;br /&gt;with open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home … where my heart is pullin’ me&lt;br /&gt;Back home … where my mind is takin’ me&lt;br /&gt;Back home … where my life is callin’ me&lt;br /&gt;Back home … where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home … where my tires have been takin’ me&lt;br /&gt;Back home … where my father is awaitin’ me&lt;br /&gt;With open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothin’ more for me here&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of cryin’ bitter tears&lt;br /&gt;Need to get myself in gear &lt;br /&gt;And head back home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2997894137577796227-304526956564381474?l=canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/304526956564381474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2997894137577796227&amp;postID=304526956564381474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2997894137577796227/posts/default/304526956564381474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2997894137577796227/posts/default/304526956564381474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-home.html' title='BACK HOME'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2997894137577796227.post-7287896747905742997</id><published>2007-12-31T12:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T03:45:31.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Can I Ever Trust My Heart Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/valleyviews"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna feel the pain no more&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same as before&lt;br /&gt;Wish I’d never walked out that door&lt;br /&gt;At least now I know what I’m lookin’ for&lt;br /&gt;And it ain’t you; done paid my dues&lt;br /&gt;I got a case of the break my heart blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we’re apart, I need a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;The question is: can I ever trust my heart again?&lt;br /&gt;Can I trust my heart, not to fall apart? &lt;br /&gt;I’m as sad and lonely as I’ve ever been&lt;br /&gt;The question is: can I ever trust my heart again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart can trick you and it can deceive you&lt;br /&gt;The heart can prick you and it can grieve you&lt;br /&gt;The heart can bend you; it can even break you&lt;br /&gt;But I could never leave or forsake you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built my world around you; I’m so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t mean to doubt you; it’s not the same without you&lt;br /&gt;I’m as sad and lonely as I’ve ever been&lt;br /&gt;The question is: can I ever trust my heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna feel the pain no more&lt;br /&gt;Won’t ever be the same as before&lt;br /&gt;Wish I’d never walked out that door&lt;br /&gt;At least now I know what I’m lookin’ for&lt;br /&gt;And it ain’t you, I done paid my dues&lt;br /&gt;I got a case of the break my heart blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could walk a mile in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the news…I’m a bit confused&lt;br /&gt;Got a case of the break my heart blues&lt;br /&gt;Got a case of the break my heart blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you to be mine and you declined&lt;br /&gt;In fact you down right refused&lt;br /&gt;I hate to lose so I blew my fuse&lt;br /&gt;and got a case of the break my heart blues&lt;br /&gt;Got a case of the break my heart blues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2997894137577796227-7287896747905742997?l=canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7287896747905742997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2997894137577796227&amp;postID=7287896747905742997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2997894137577796227/posts/default/7287896747905742997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2997894137577796227/posts/default/7287896747905742997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://canievertrustmyheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/can-i-ever-trust-my-heart-again.html' title='Can I Ever Trust My Heart Again?'/><author><name>Stan C. 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