tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2822894568738006142024-03-12T21:27:47.636-07:00TODAY AND WAY BACK WHENStan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282289456873800614.post-10371461983983456322008-08-04T18:32:00.000-07:002008-08-04T18:32:54.333-07:00Trinity Networking Teams: SUCCEED WITHOUT SELLING YOUR SOUL<a href="http://tntmodesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/succeed-in-business-without-selling.html#links">Trinity Networking Teams: SUCCEED WITHOUT SELLING YOUR SOUL</a>Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282289456873800614.post-29679289527339982152008-06-30T23:28:00.000-07:002008-07-17T12:20:08.584-07:00OLD SCHOOL<span style="font-style:italic;">by Stan C. Countz</span><br /><br />VERSE 1<br />The day is draggin’ by with it’s tail between it’s legs<br />I take a breath and sigh and drink my glass of lemonade<br />I think of days gone by when I had it made in the shade<br />All I had to do was slide and try to keep up my grade <br /><br />Tink and Peter Pan made us try to fly<br />We still believed in fairies and Santa<br />I Spy with my little eye<br />Peach cobbler and apple pie<br /><br />And who would deny we thought highly of Santana<br />Way before Miley was Hannah Montana<br />And we all cried when Ol' Yeller died<br />and at the burnin' of Atlanta<br /><br />If I was bad, Mom and dad would spank me <br />If I was good they would never thank me<br />They just expected me to do what’s right<br />They put up with no “hanky panky”<br /><br />Never heard of “gigahertz” or “gigabytes”<br />Sent me off to church with a hanky<br />The Birds and Psycho gave us all a fright<br />But we all loved Annette and Frankie<br /><br />Beach parties and Spin and Marty<br />Laughin' hard at Laurel and Hardy<br />Edger Bergin and Charlie McCarthy<br />Andy, Opie, Aunt Bea and Barney<br />Jackie Gleason and Art Carney<br />John, George, Ringo and Paul McCartney<br /><br />Rode our Schwinn bike to the corner store<br />And we liked Ike and Dick Van Dyke<br />We all wanted more Mary Tyler Moore<br />It was all in a Hard Days Night<br /><br />Bought “hardware” at the hardware store<br />A “chip” was a little piece of wood<br />“Software” was what the ladies wore<br />And cowboys were always good <br /><br />They wore white hats and red bandanas <br />They played a sad guitar and piana<br />And we all cried when Ol’ Yeller died <br />And at the burnin’ of Atlanta<br /><br />Way before Miley was Hannah Montana<br />We prayed daily and believed in Santa<br />Hillbillies were livin’ in Beverly Hills <br />and Haley Mills was Pollyanna<br /><br />We loved Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young<br />Paid our bills in cash and still had fun<br />Had time to kill; we were still so young<br />Didn’t hand out purple pills or hand guns<br /><br />Times were tough, things were hard<br />No swimmin’ pools in our back yard<br />We paid in cash, not credit card<br />But at least we didn’t need a guard<br /><br />CHORUS/OUTRO<br />Guess you could say we’re just…old school<br />But just ‘cuz we’re old don’t mean we’re fools<br />We still believe in the golden rule<br />And that a man's only as good as his tools<br /><br />Don’t be mean and don't be cruel<br />So what if I’m “old school”<br />That ain’t the same as “I ain’t cool”<br />I can still play a mean game of pool<br /><br />OUTRO<br />So what if I’m old school<br />The chicks really dig it<br />“Old School” really kicks it<br />So if it ain’t broke why fix it?<br />Guess you could say I’m old school; (3 x)Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282289456873800614.post-77009008281917551472008-06-28T14:10:00.000-07:002008-06-28T15:15:56.158-07:00Good Ol' DazeShe’s IM’ing with her Sidekick<br />Downloading a new ringtone<br />Her room looks like it was hit <br />By a tornado or a cyclone <br /><br />I’m tired of screaming at her<br />Telling her to clean her room<br />I’m tired of drama and chatter<br />Tired of acting like a buffoon<br /><br />Can’t wait ‘til she’s all grown up<br />Moved out and up and on her own<br />Got her own truck, car and phone<br />Her own credit card and home loan<br /><br />‘Til then we gotta go for broke<br />Gotta try to guide and teach her<br />Not to lie, steal, drink or smoke<br />And do all we can to reach her<br /><br />Like lemmings jumping off a cliff<br />They follow the lead of their peers<br />I was just the same when I was a kid<br />Must’ve driven mom and dad to tears <br /><br />Before Julia Roberts and Richard Gere<br />Paris Hilton and Britney Spears<br />When Snow White and Sleeping Beauty<br />Were just beginning their careers<br /><br />We were all proud to do our duty <br />We knew we had to face our fears<br />We didn’t wanna catch no cooties<br />We shopped at JC Penny and Sears<br /><br />We cruised in our cars <br />Not on a ship once a year<br />We played in the park <br />Without any fear<br /><br />Coke and beer came in little bottles<br />And it was OK to pray in school<br />Kids were kids, not supermodels<br />And we taught the golden rule<br /><br />These days they’re spoiled and coddled<br />It’s how they’ve been taught and raised <br />Today they’re so fat that they waddle<br />Dr. Spock should not be praised <br />He should be shot or throttled <br /><br />Today it’s sad that we’re not fazed<br />By deadbeat dads or bad role models<br />Our lasses and lads would be amazed <br />If those days could just be bottled <br /><br />If my memory suffices, we could've<br />Solved our gas and energy crisis<br />If we could have put those laughs <br />and good vibes to some practical use<br /><br />But we’ve all but forgotten the price <br />that was paid and the sacrifices made<br />By those who picked cotton and laid <br />the foundation for freedom and truth<br /><br />Whatever happened to the good ol’ days?<br />Doggy Daddy, Babe Ruth and Willy Mays<br />To Dear Abby, Sammy and Gabby Hayes<br />Jethro Bodie, Jed, Granny and Ellie May?<br /><br />Were they only a passing faze <br />or a momentary craze <br />Our kids would be amazed <br />that's for sure<br />My memory’s a haze and a blur<br />But it seems to me they were <br />Amazing Days<br /><br />What have we lost?<br />And what have we gained?<br />Was it worth the cost?<br />Was it worth the pain?<br /><br />What have we got?<br />What have we learned?<br />Can we possibly return<br />To those good ol' days?<br /><br /><a href="http://thoseamazingdays.blogspot.com">Amazing Days</a>Stan C. 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