Prodigal

Prodigal

BandChristianSinger/Songwriter

Prodigal writes and performs music that makes you think and reflect on what's really important. if you want "mind pablum", you won't like our lyrics. Our music makes you think. Our style ranges from ballads to pop to rock to Eagles-type country. You won't have to bleep out our lyrics.

Biography

Our songwriter has been a wordsmith since the early 70's but only recently set his hand to writing lyrics. Most of his songs are love songs or Contemporary Christian songs athough he does have a knack for writing Country tunes as well. Influences: John Denver, Larry Norman, Randy Stonehill, Keith Green, Jackson Browne, James Taylor, The Eagles, Neil Young, Bob Dylan

Lyrics

JESUS WE NEED YOU

Written By: Stan C. Countz

by Stan C. Countz

If the time should come (Jesus we need you)
That we’re on the run (Jesus we need you)
When the day is done, we will have overcome
We need you.

The Lord of Hosts is coming back again
To bring His perfect kingdom without end
I don’t want the world to end this way.
What about the songs we haven’t sung?
What about the bells we haven’t rung?
What about the prayers we didn’t pray?

If I should stumble and fall (Jesus I need you)
I will heed the call (Jesus I need you)
When I’m feelin’ small, Jesus through it all
I need you

He brings to us a kingdom without end
On His love you truly can depend
He will not accuse you. Let the Spirit use you.
Who can know the future from the past?
Who can know the fruit that’s meant to last?
Lord I adore you. That’s why I’m livin’ for you.

You banished Satan’s lies (Jesus we need you)
You wiped the tears from our eyes (Jesus we need you)
We have no alibis. It comes as no surprise
We need you.

And through the years and through the changing styles
We’ll face our fears through all the tests and trials
It’s true. Whatever I do… I still need you.

Jesus stay … just a little bit longer.
We wanna pray just a little bit longer

If my heart should fail (Jesus I need you)
If I should go to jail (Jesus I need you)
If I can’t make my bail, your love will still never fail
I need you
There is no other name (Jesus we need you)
That takes away the stain (Jesus we need you)
To the sick and the lame (Jesus we need you)
His love He did proclaim
You took all the blame (Jesus I need you)
For my sin and my shame (Jesus I need you)
Into my life you came. I’ll never be the same
I need you.

Jesus stay… just a little bit longer
We wanna pray… just a little bit longer
If the preacher don’t mind…
And if the speaker don’t mind…
We can take a little time …

LOVE IS A CHOICE

Written By: Stan C. Countz

LOVE IS A CHOICE
Lyrics by Stan C. Countz

I remember it like it was yesterday, the day we said “I do”
The day we heard love callin’
It was gonna be just me and you
We had talked and planned, walked and ran all over town
Thought we had it all worked out and had everything down

Knew what everyone was supposed to do
Who was who and who’d do what and when
Had our vows all worked out and knew
Who was family and who was friends

We scrimped and saved, worked and slaved
‘Til we had it just the way we planned
When our wedding day finally came
We knew it would be just grand

Love is giving, love is kind,
love is deaf, love is blind
But it isn't something in our mind,
it's something that we choose...

It's choosing for the right; rejecting the wrong
It strengthens the weak; it weakens the strong
It’s not something that just comes along
Love is a choice; not the voice of a song

It’s a heart that stays true
no matter what we may do
I hate to break the news
but it's something that we choose...

CHORUS
Love is a choice; we heard a voice callin’
I hate to break the news (but it’s)
Not somethin’ we just fall in…
It’s something that we choose...

I remember it like it was just yesterday
The day we heard love callin’ our name
It was gonna be me and you all the way
But love isn’t something we just fall in…
It's something that we choose...

It truly amazes me how we’ll spend days and weeks
planning our wedding day but won’t think or speak
about making each day the best it can be
It’s so sad that today, we throw it away so easily

If we’d work as hard and long to make our marriage strong
As we did when it was new, we’d be singin’ a different song
hummin’ a different tune and it wouldn’t be the blues
It’s more than a feelin’, it’s somethin’ that we choose

I can hear a voice quietly callin’,
tellin’ me the news
Love’s not something we fall in
It's somethin’ that we choose...

INSTRUMENTAL

CHORUS
Love is a choice; we heard a voice callin’
I hate to break the news (but it’s)
Not somethin’ we just fall in…
It’s something that we choose...

I remember it like it was just yesterday
The day we heard love callin’ our name
It was gonna be me and you all the way
But love isn’t something we just fall in…
It's something that we choose...

OUTRO
Love is a choice; not the voice of a song
It’s not something that just comes along
I hate to break the news (but it’s)
Something that we choose...

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL

Written By: Stan C. Countz

DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL
by Stan C. Countz

When it comes to lovin’ me
No one could compete.
I learned to dance and sing
on my daddy’s feet

When I was a little girl
he was my whole world
He’d decorate my hair
in ribbons and curls

CHORUS
Nowadays I’m all grown up
I’ve got the world at my feet
Seems I got it all sown up
But in my heart
I’ll always be
Daddy’s little girl
Daddy’s little girl

I can still remember
that day in mid-September
We played in the leaves together
talkin’ ‘bout whatever
or bout nothin’ much at all
I can still recall
we sure had a ball

I’d sit still and listen
As he started out in prayer
We’d play or just go fishin’
Or I’d be wishin’ he was there.
He’d sit and read to me
to help me fall to sleep
Before I’d count to three
I was countin’ sheep

As I grew older
I grew bolder
My heart grew colder
I grew stronger
and he no longer
gave me pony rides
on his shoulders

I wore my hair no more in
ribbons and curls
I swore I wouldn’t be like him
My friends were my whole world
I was growin’ stronger
And I was no longer
daddy’s little girl
CHORUS
Nowadays I’m all grown up
I’ve got the world at my feet
Seems I got it all sown up
But in my heart
I’ll always be
Daddy’s little girl
Daddy’s little girl

I grew up hard and fast (now)
Couldn’t wait to leave him
Those days are in the past (now)
Wish I woulda believed him
He was tryin’ to save me
From goin’ crazy
I was his little baby

CHORUS
Nowadays I’m all grown up
I’ve got the world at my feet
Seems I got it all sown up
But in my heart
I’ll always be
Daddy’s little girl
Daddy’s little girl

You never know what you’re missin’
Til you no longer have it
Wish I could hug and kiss him
He’s a pretty hard habit
I gotta try to break
Why does my heart ache
Wish he were here today

When it comes to lovin’ me
No one could compete.
I learned to dance and sing
on my daddy’s feet
Someday we’ll meet
On golden streets
And I’ll be dancin’
On his feet
And I’ll be dancin’
On his feet.

MY SHELTER FROM THE STORM

Written By: Stan C. Countz

MY SHELTER FROM THE STORM
Lyrics by Stan C. Countz © 2007 Valley Views Productions, All Rights Reserved

CHORUS
You are my home away from home
But sometimes I feel so all alone
My future may be a big unknown
You always keep me safe and warm
You are my shelter…from the storm

VERSE 1
My head was filled with pride
I felt so dead inside
We left you there to die…In the cold…
Til You rolled…away the stone
You rolled away the stone

VERSE 2
You never judge or condemn me
You’ll never bend or break me
You’ll never leave or forsake me
But You’ll never leave me… as I am
No one can ever… take me…from Your hand
No one can take me from Your hand.

BRIDGE

My universe was void; without form or meaning
My fences were destroyed; My ladder was leaning
Against the wrong wall; could be diggin’ ditches
or seeking riches. Now I’m buildin’ bridges…instead of walls
I’m buildin’ bridges instead of walls.

INSTRUMENTAL

CHORUS

VERSE 3
When I think about you dying; I think about you bleeding
I’m gonna keep on trying; and I’ll soon be succeeding
But I’ll follow your leading, if you catch my meaning,
And I’ll be leaning ... on You
I’ll be leaning on You.

OUTRO
My dreams may be tattered and torn
You always keep me safe and warm
You came that I might be reborn
But You’re my shelter… from the storm
You always keep me safe and warm
You are my shelter from the storm

© 2007 Valley Views Productions, All Rights Reserved

LOVE IS LIKE A PICK UP TRUCK

Written By: Stan C. Countz

LOVE IS LIKE A PICK UP TRUCK
Lyrics by Stan C. Countz

VERSE 1
Anything worth doing is worth doing well
Anything worth having is worth keeping up
If you’re gonna do it, why not try to excel?
Love is like a good ol’ pick up truck

This truck has been through the muck and the mire
This truck has seen its share of tears and smiles
Gotta change the oil and change the tires
This ol’ truck has seen the miles

CHORUS
Love is like a pick-up truck
It’ll run forever if you keep it up
You gotta do whatcha gotta do
to keep it lookin’ fresh and new

VERSE 2
Gotta change the filters and change the plugs
Keep it clean and polished and shine it up
Work out the kinks and work out the bugs
If you wanna have a solid pick-up truck

The same holds true if you are a couple
Things have a tendency to come unglued
And you can easily get into trouble
If you don’t mind your P’s and Qs

BRIDGE
Don’t put it off, don’t let it slide
Take care of it now on the double
Or you’ll soon be hitchin’ a ride
Stuck on the side of the road
headed for loads of trouble

CHORUS
Love is like a pick-up truck
It’ll run forever if you keep it up
You gotta do whatcha gotta do
to keep it lookin’ fresh and new

VERSE 3
Some folks trade their cars in
for a new one every year
Some folks change their cars
like they change their underwear
One day they’ll be standin’ on the curb
Singin’ the blues and cryin’ in their beer
Wondering whatever happened
and cryin’ bitter tears (singin’)

CHORUS
Love is like a pick-up truck
It’ll run forever if you keep it up
You gotta do whatcha gotta do
to keep it lookin’ fresh and new

VERSE 4
But if you’ll take the time to polish and shine her
If you’ll make the time to wine and dine her
She’ll grow better with age, like any fine wine
You’ll be on the same page and your lives will intertwine

OUTRO
So take time for each other; work and play together
Love and serve one another and it’ll last forever
Like a good ol’ pick up truck; it’ll run forever if you keep it up
So do whatcha gotta do to keep it fresh and new
Like a good ol’ pick up truck; it’ll run forever if you keep it up
So do whatcha gotta do to keep it fresh and new

© 2007 Valley Views Productions, All Rights Reserved

HELL IN A HANDBASKET

Written By: Stan C. Countz

VERSE 1
Nowadays they say “don’t ask, don’t tell,”
But I have a question and I need to ask it
Are we asleep at the wheel or are we under a spell?
It seems to me we’re goin’ to hell in a hand basket

VERSE 2
My clothes may not be the latest but they’re not too out-dated
My wardrobe’s not the greatest but at least it’s color coordinated
My jeans may be a bit well-worn but at least they’re not too faded
My seams may be a bit torn but it seems the world’s gone x-rated

Can’t see a movie or watch TV; listen to a CD or an MP3
Without seein’ and hearin’ it; no use frettin’ or fearin’ it
Don’t have to hide or try to mask it; Got a simple question and I need to ask it…
Who can save us from ourselves and keep us from goin’ straight to hell
in a hand basket?

CHORUS
We’re goin’ to hell in a hand basket
Can’t help ourselves; headin’ for a casket
Headin’ for trouble; gonna blow a gasket
Got a simple question and I need to ask it…
Are you hidin’ your light underneath a basket?
Let your light so shine, they’ll know you’re mine
And you won’t have to hide or try to mask it
And won’t be headin’ to hell in a hand basket

BRIDGE
It’s a slippery slope, but God soooooooo loved us
He threw us a rope but He won’t push or shove us
So now there’s hope if we’ll reach out and grab it
He’ll teach us to cope with our hurts and habits

OUTRO
If my people, who are called by my name
will humble themselves, seek my face and pray
Repent and turn from their wicked ways
Then from heaven will I hear, forgive them of their sin
And heal their land

It seems to me that life’s for livin’ if I’m not mistaken
Taste and see and you will be forgiven and not forsaken
Got a simple question and I need to ask it… (Ya wanna be)
headed straight for heaven not for hell in a hand basket?

© Valley Views Publishing 2007 All Rights Reserved

THEY GROW UP WAY TOO FAST

Written By: Stan C. Countz

VERSE 1
It seems like only yesterday
I was walking them to school
We’d hold hands on our way
As I was layin’ down the rules

We’d stop and drop, skip and hop
I was the chief and the captain
Nowadays they’re boy crazy and
They’re hip hoppin’ and rappin’
Whatever happened?

VERSE 2
We’d go on trips together
We’d laugh and sing all day
Today we rarely eat together
And they never seem to obey

It seems like only yesterday,
I’d push them on the swing
We’d laugh and play and sing all day
There wasn’t anything
we couldn’t do or say

CHORUS
It used to be, we’d play and sing
talk about our hopes and dreams
Looking back, it seems to me
We really had a blast
Those days are like dreams to me
Too bad good times never last
Nowadays, it seems to me
They grow up way too fast

BRIDGE
Way back when, I was still their hero
I’d tell them of all my past glories
And they’d sit still and listen
As I told them all my stories
Nowadays, I’m battin’ zero
And everything is boring
Now I’m the opposition
And I just leave ‘em snoring

VERSE 3
Nowadays they’re much older
They’re way too cool to sing and play
Nowadays they’re much bolder
They wish that I would just go away
They no longer cry on my shoulder
And they don’t think I have a thing to say…

CHORUS
It used to be, we play and sing…
Too bad good times never last
I know I can’t live in the past
It seems to me…they grow up way too fast.

MUSICAL OUTRO

© 2007 Valley Views Productions, All Rights Reserved

RECIPE FOR A BROKEN HEART

Written By: Stan C. Countz

VERSE 1
He pulled out her letter and read it over again

The one she left the night she up and left him
Wiped away a tear as he remembered when
She said she wanted to start seein’ other men

VERSE 2
I’m guessin’ this must’ve happened a couple times before
Everyone he ever cared for, up and walked out that door
When he’d come back from a run, they’d up and run away
Coulda happened to anyone; it’s hard to say
Guess it’s just part of the recipe
The Recipe for a Broken Heart

CHORUS
A trucker’s life is tough: a trucker’s life is hard
Workin’ hard to make a buck; just too much time apart
Add a dash of bad luck and you have the start
of The Recipe for a Broken Heart

One part Never There
Two parts Unprepared
A pinch of Despair and there you have it:
The Recipe for a Broken Heart (2x)

VERSE 3
He knew the task was risky but now he’s plumb out of luck
Got a flask of Jack whiskey tucked in the cab of his ol’ truck
He’s comin’ apart at the seams and his heart is sad and broken
Lost all his hopes and dreams so tonight he’s gonna crack it open

VERSE 4
He takes some time to think as he pours himself a drink
With each shot he takes, he remembers more of his mistakes
Shoulda done whatever it takes, done more to fan the flame
It’s such a cryin’ shame, he's tryin’ hard to numb the pain
It's all part of the recipe: The Recipe for a Broken Heart

BRIDGE
Can’t seem to stop as he downs another shot
Thinkin’ back to all the birthdays he plum forgot
Wishin’ he could turn it off as easily as tyin’ off a knot
So he takes another shot and there you have it
The recipe for a broken heart (3 times)

CHORUS

A CARPENTER'S SON

Written By: Stan C. Countz

A CARPENTER’S SON
Lyrics by Stan C. Countz

VERSE 1
He was no jet setter; he was no globe trotter
Never wrote a letter or had a son or daughter
Spent most of His time in His own hometown
Buildin’ tables and chairs or just putzin’ around

VERSE 2
Between healin’ the sick and feedin’ the starvin’
He spent most of His time just buildin’ and carvin’
Between jobs, He walked on water and raised the dead
"He had a way with His hands," His friends always said

CHORUS
After all, He was just a carpenter’s son
He wasn’t white, he was blue collar
LivIn’ like a gypsy, always on the run
Worked hard to make an honest dollar
He was a gentleman and a scholar

VERSE 3
Hung around with a few young fishermen
And a no-good tax collector
Some of His followers were makin’ tents
And one was a defector

VERSE 4
His CFO acted like he cared
Always on-the-go, he dropped his hands and stared
Said he couldn't bear to see Him treated like this
Once they paid him, he betrayed Him with a kiss

CHORUS

BRIDGE
In His own hometown the people wouldn’t even listen
He was dishonored, disowned and disrespected
A man of ambition or a decent politician
or at least a good magician was what they all expected
But He was too busy fishin’ to ever get elected
He was the stone the builders rejected

VERSE 5
He was never much good at seeking glory or glamour
He healed the sick and lame and raised the dead
But He was always good with wood and a hammer
He walked on water and fed ‘em fish and bread
So we put a crown of thorns upon His head

VERSE 6
He spread out hands made for tools, nails and chisels
We crowned his head with cruel thorns and thistles
He suffered and died and paid the ultimate cost
We nailed carpenter's hands to an ol’ wooden cross

OUTRO
After all, He was just a carpenter’s son
Fixin’ tables and chairs and such
LivIn’ like a gypsy, always on the run
No one expected very much

BETWIXED AND BETWEEN

Written By: Stan C. Countz

BETWIXED AND BETWEEN
Lyrics by Stan C. Countz

VERSE 1
We have to go everywhere with Mom and Dad
For some unknown reason they never seem to trust us
It doesn’t seem fair. Whether we’re good or bad
They always try to bust us. Where’s the justice?

VERSE 2
We’re not little kids any more
We’re much older and wiser
Don’t want ‘em lookin’ over our shoulder
But we still need a good advisor

CHORUS
We’re still betwixed and between
Got no respect except for the green
We’re a little bit low on self esteem
But we’re still tryin’ to keep it clean

BRIDGE
Not grown up, but not kids anymore
We're somewhere in between
Can't yet vote or go to war
but we still have our dreams

VERSE 3
Not yet adults but not kids anymore
Can't yet vote but we still know the score
Can’t work a real job and don’t yet drive our own car
Our hearts may throb but we don’t yet know who we are

CHORUS
We’re still betwixed and between
Got no respect except for the green
We’re a little bit low on self esteem
But we’re still tryin’ to keep it clean

OUTRO
Whadya expect? A drama queen?
Still, no one can tell us a thing
Whadya expect? We’re fifteen
We already know everything.

© 2007 Valley Views Productions, All Rights Reserved

Discography

Jesus We Need You -- first single

Set List

We have written over 50 songs and are in the process of arranging, producing and putting the best of theml on CD.