<?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-791505309043586803</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:00:08.730-07:00</updated><category term='THE END OF ME AND YOU'/><category term='LOVE SONGS'/><title type='text'>FACIN' ARMAGEDDON</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://whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791505309043586803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stan the Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sTvikjPpTiE/R-SgtNwl1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaSy1CufMDc/S220/stantheman.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791505309043586803.post-8318084515052001300</id><published>2008-08-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:56:12.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE SONGS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE END OF ME AND YOU'/><title type='text'>THE END OF ME AND YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/catgotyertongue"&gt;Stan C. Countz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All summer long, we were like best friends&lt;br /&gt;We did everything together&lt;br /&gt;I remember kissin’ and holdin’ hands&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you started back to school &lt;br /&gt;Sometime in September&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me began to cool&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I to do&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know &lt;br /&gt;This would be the end&lt;br /&gt;The end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so much&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a fool &lt;br /&gt;You said you just &lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that was cool &lt;br /&gt;but you knew it wasn’t true&lt;br /&gt;Who knew this would be the end&lt;br /&gt;The end of me and you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do; I must’ve really blew it&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to know &lt;br /&gt;This was the end of life &lt;br /&gt;As I knew it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent too much time wanderin’ &lt;br /&gt;In the desert of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;Been thinkin’ and ponderin’&lt;br /&gt;Why your memory’s still hurtin’ me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lookin’ for greener pastures&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I can’t serve two masters&lt;br /&gt;I was on a carousel spinning faster and faster&lt;br /&gt;Now my life has become one big disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slow me down and help me see&lt;br /&gt;The things that are causing me to fall&lt;br /&gt;Set me free to be all I was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;And to build bridges instead of walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still recall the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;Wish you would’ve stayed&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I’ve paid my dues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed time for healin’&lt;br /&gt;But I still recall that feelin’&lt;br /&gt;And I just hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;Everything is OK with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no way of knowin’&lt;br /&gt;I was on a train goin’ nowhere&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll say a little prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don’t seem fair, but it’s true&lt;br /&gt;What was I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know&lt;br /&gt;This would be the end&lt;br /&gt;The end of me and you&lt;br /&gt;The end of me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/791505309043586803-8318084515052001300?l=whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/8318084515052001300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=791505309043586803&amp;postID=8318084515052001300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791505309043586803/posts/default/8318084515052001300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791505309043586803/posts/default/8318084515052001300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-me-and-you.html' title='THE END OF ME AND YOU'/><author><name>Stan the Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sTvikjPpTiE/R-SgtNwl1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaSy1CufMDc/S220/stantheman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791505309043586803.post-6771021731264759803</id><published>2008-06-17T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:18:24.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACIN' ARMAGEDDON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call last night out of the blue and all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;It startled me out of my sleep, my eyes were barely shuttin’&lt;br /&gt;It was on the news, I guess, said the Midwest was floodin’&lt;br /&gt;He said to tune in the news and I’d see he wasn’t kiddin’&lt;br /&gt;He called to say he was afraid we were facin’ Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went online only to find that he was right&lt;br /&gt;It’d been rainin’ and pourin’, mornin’, noon and night&lt;br /&gt;There didn’t seem to be any hope or any end in sight&lt;br /&gt;So I headed off to bed for the night and hit the light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke early the next mornin’&lt;br /&gt;GMA was reportin’ about the stormin’&lt;br /&gt;Man was I glad to be safe in sunny California&lt;br /&gt;At least earthquakes shake and sorta warn ya’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that rainin’ and pourin’ &lt;br /&gt;There goes all the corn and soy&lt;br /&gt;Food prices will be soarin’&lt;br /&gt;The crops will be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of food will go right through the roof&lt;br /&gt;With talking heads on the news, who needs proof?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it makes a great story; no guts, no glory&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a hoot if it’s a lie or the gospel truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t eat tomatoes no more; can’t even buy ‘em at the store&lt;br /&gt;Someone forgot to wash ‘em; I smell somethin’ rotten&lt;br /&gt;Instead of proceeding with caution, all we say is "toss ‘em"&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that we've forgotten how God is so awesome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you’re battin’ zero, when the villain is your hero&lt;br /&gt;We must be near rock bottom when the best we’ve ever gotten&lt;br /&gt;Is Paris Hilton or Britney Spears piercin' more than their ears&lt;br /&gt;It’s time we face our fears and call on Him while He's near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ve issued a formal warning and give us a citation&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for global warming or support the United Nations&lt;br /&gt;They’ll give us a ticket drivin' home talkin' on our phone&lt;br /&gt;I wish they'd just fix the roads and leave the rest of us alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news is good news, or so it always seems &lt;br /&gt;Some win, some lose; some give up on all their dreams&lt;br /&gt;“News” seems to be skewed to promote what’s gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t teasin’ and that’s the reason I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late-night talk show hosts are busy tellin’ weak jokes&lt;br /&gt;While I refuse to buy into the lie that that’s all she wrote&lt;br /&gt;The mid-west may be hurtin’, but it ain't the final curtain&lt;br /&gt;I still believe that basically we’re half-way decent folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be burdened and filled with frustration&lt;br /&gt;I’m certain we have the will and determination&lt;br /&gt;To try to catch someone doin’ somethin’ right &lt;br /&gt;And put them in the center of the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a time to moan and whine&lt;br /&gt;Or place yourself above your brother&lt;br /&gt;It’s a time to let your light shine&lt;br /&gt;And show your love for one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch someone doin’ somethin’ right&lt;br /&gt;Instead of focusing on what’s gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move on and try to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I tried to write this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch someone doin’ somethin’ right&lt;br /&gt;Instead of focusing on what’s gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move on and try to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Catch someone doin’ somethin’ right (3x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/791505309043586803-6771021731264759803?l=whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/6771021731264759803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=791505309043586803&amp;postID=6771021731264759803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791505309043586803/posts/default/6771021731264759803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791505309043586803/posts/default/6771021731264759803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com/2008/06/catch-someone-doin-somethin-right.html' title='FACIN&apos; ARMAGEDDON'/><author><name>Stan the Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sTvikjPpTiE/R-SgtNwl1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaSy1CufMDc/S220/stantheman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-791505309043586803.post-5672784515099434389</id><published>2008-06-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:31:47.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO'S THE ONE WHO'S BROKEN HEARTED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lyrics by &lt;a href="http://www.linkedin.com/in/valleyviews"&gt;Stan C. Countz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when we still wrote cards and letters&lt;br /&gt;Getting together wasn’t all that hard&lt;br /&gt;Got to know each other a whole lot better &lt;br /&gt;Up in the tree house in her back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sweet as pie and I was kinda frisky&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t need any wine or any whiskey&lt;br /&gt;We were young and dumb bettin’ on the come&lt;br /&gt;Havin’ fun in the sun, lovin' on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should’ve never thought of even gettin started&lt;br /&gt;I had it bad but I left her sad and broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Like a dog without a bone, she was sad and all alone &lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even have the class to call her on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and acted like I never really cared&lt;br /&gt;The truth of the matter was that I was scared&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that we were always fightin' &lt;br /&gt;but at least we were fightin' fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like lemon meringue pie &lt;br /&gt;Our love was sweet and tart&lt;br /&gt;I knew that one day I &lt;br /&gt;Would try to make my mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the horse before the cart&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was oh so smart&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda known that she&lt;br /&gt;Would only break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was goin’ soft&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d had about enough&lt;br /&gt;So we broke it off and broke it up &lt;br /&gt;How were we to know it would be so rough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda guessed; I shoulda known &lt;br /&gt;That she would need a heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda known that she would only &lt;br /&gt;break my heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she’s gone and I’m all alone&lt;br /&gt;We should’ve never even gotten started&lt;br /&gt;Now she won’t even answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;Now who’s the one who’s broken hearted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/791505309043586803-5672784515099434389?l=whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com/feeds/5672784515099434389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=791505309043586803&amp;postID=5672784515099434389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791505309043586803/posts/default/5672784515099434389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/791505309043586803/posts/default/5672784515099434389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whostheonewhosbroken.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-whos-one-whos-broken-hearted.html' title='WHO&apos;S THE ONE WHO&apos;S BROKEN HEARTED?'/><author><name>Stan the Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sTvikjPpTiE/R-SgtNwl1PI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qaSy1CufMDc/S220/stantheman.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
