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CREDITS

Video: Here to Kill the Pain

Directed by Sean Becker
Director of photography: Matt Fore
Video produced by Jason Charles Miller

Song written by Jason Charles Miller and Rick Ferrell
Song produced by Jason Charles Miller and Dan Hodges
Song mixed by Dan Certa
Song mastered by Stewart Cararras
Executive producers: Gary Motykie, Sheila Swanberg for Graykin Entertainment, Erik and Heidi Murkoff

Filmed at Moby’s Coffee & Tea Company in North Hollywood, CA

Doorman: Geoff Bisente
Bartender: Satine Phoenix

Bar patrons:
Gilly Aguilera
Anthony Bauer
Juliette Beavan
Sean Beavan
Dasha Bolotina
Brad Carter
Zack Hall
Wes Huffor
Mark Hulmes
Diana Knudsen
Kara Lamb
Lauren Landa
Courtney McCarson
Matthew Mercer
Chris Mesmer
Gary Motykie
Ricardo Ramos
Marisha Ray
Brittany Walloch

Musicians on recording:
Harmony Vocals – Randall Clay
Acoustic Guitar – Biff Watson
Electric Guitar – Jerry McPherson
Pedal Steel – “Cowboy” Eddie Long
Drums – Bryan Pruitt
Bass – Mike Brignardello
Piano – Howard Duck

Jason Charles Miller
Uncountry

1. Uncountry
Written by Jason Charles Miller and Randall Clay
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)
Cowboy Fabulous Music (BMI)

Produced by Jason Charles Miller
Mixed by Stewart Cararas
Engineered by Derek Jones, Jon Walls and Jordan Greene
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals, acoustic and electric guitar
Russell Ali — Guitar solo
David D. Diaz — Drums
Paul Cartwright — Fiddle
Ben Peeler — Lap steel
Jonah McLean — Keyboards
Adam Hall — Banjo
Dave Mattera – Bass guitar

I spent my summers growing up looking for bullets from the civil war
Wasn’t much else to do in that old Virginia town
I bought me a Gibson got the hell out of Clifton while the gettin’ was good
Started making my living with a band and a van no one understood
No one understood

Fifteen years of laying my head on a different stranger’s floor
Everyday’s another stage as you struggle with the pain from the night before
Drive until dawn no sleep no time to have a life of my own
‘cause there’s bills to pay and the only way is to keep on movin’ on
Just keep on movin’ on

I sweat and bleed for every dollar that I earn
I always break my back, and I never break my word
If you take a good look I bet you’d see
There ain’t nothing uncountry about me

To see me up here on this stage you might not believe
That I cut my teeth on ‘Country Roads’ and ‘The Fightin’ Side of Me’
Now I’m no stranger to the pain that a hard day’s work will bring you
And ask me where I got these scars, I’ll be more than glad to sing you
My song of sad regret

I sweat and bleed for every dollar that I earn
I always break my back, and I never break my word
If you take a good look I bet you’d see
There ain’t nothing uncountry about me

Oh I’ll fight through anything that’s in my way
I’m always gonna be here and I ain’t never gonna break
If you take a good look I bet you’d see
There ain’t nothing uncountry about me

 

2. The Dotted Line
Written by Jason Charles Miller
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)

Produced by Jason Charles Miller
Mixed by Derek Jones
Engineered by Derek Jones, Jon Walls and Geoff Bisente
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals, acoustic guitar, bass guitar
Brett Boyett — Slide guitar
Jon Walls — Drums
Gang Vocals — Brett Boyett, Jamison Boaz, Devin Reeve, Joseph Garza, Jon Walls, Geoff Bisente, Derek Jones

These days the numbers just aren’t adding up
Another week with an empty cup
And we’re all just expected to take it and smile
Loyal arms of the rank and file
Well some men will rob you with a knife or a gun
But if you see a man with a pen, you best run
For that is the most evil thing you can find
Just sign on the dotted line

Lawyers and lawmakers we’re once the rule breakers
Until they just rewrote their books
Behind their closed doors they just changed all the scores
And now we’re the ones they call crooks
Well some men will rob you with a gun or a knife
But a man with a pen makes me run for my life
For those are the most vile creatures you find
Just sign on the dotted line

Now I’m sitting in prison wondering how it went wrong
I don’t own one stitch of nothing, and my love is long gone
Let’s just sing all together, till the walls close us in
And we’re burned for our made up sins

Well some men will rob you with a knife or a gun
But if you see a man with a pen, you best run
For that is the most evil thing you can find
Just sign on the dotted line

 

3. The River
Written by Jason Charles Miller and Bart Allmand
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)
Bart Allmand Bro Songs (BMI)

Produced by Jason Charles Miller
Mixed by Jon Walls
Engineered by Jon Walls and Geoff Bisente
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals, acoustic guitar
Ben Peeler — Dobro

Kneelin’ down by the river, another day panning for gold
Can’t even remember what I got to sell my soul

Well it’s all kinda blurry, can’t see through the haze
So I’m down on my knees just prayin’ for better days

Well I know it wasn’t love, and I know it wasn’t money
It might as well been liquor ‘cause my head feels kinda funny

And I know it wasn’t strength, and I know it wasn’t power
‘cause I’m going blind getting weaker by the hour

Oh it must have been the river
‘cause it keeps on calling me back home

Every ripple’s just another memory, every wave’s another sweet song
‘bout the years gone by and the tales of right and wrong

So looked into the water
Yeah I looked down deep
And then the darkness looked back and said, “Your soul is mine to keep!”

So I jumped into that shameful cold
Wrestled old man river for my sinful soul
As he dragged me to the bottom
I lost my last breath
So I put him in a stranglehold
And I drug him up out of that deep dark cold
And ripped my spirit from his withered hands

Oh, you can’t trust that river
If he’s callin’ you best just walk on by

Breathin’ hard by the river, crawlin’ away from the shore
Ain’t turn my back on the river no more

 

4. You Must Have Loved Me A Lot
Written by Jason Charles Miller and Chuck Goff
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)
Little Chuckie Music Co. (BMI)

Produced by Jason Charles Miller
Mixed by Jon Walls
Engineered by Jon Walls
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals, electric guitar
James Mitchell — Electric guitar
Steve Hinson — Pedal steel
Mike Wolofsky — Bass guitar
Dennis Wage — Keyboards
Wayne Killius — Drums
Pat McGrath — Acoustic guitar

No rhyme or reason – For this sudden act of treason
No change of climate – For this social realignment
Sitting back now – Just trying to figure out now
What this deal is all about
I gotta know without no doubt

Why you lied and why you left
While I gave you all my best
When you had me in your sites
I knew I was dead to rights
I shoulda known that I was broken
Without whisper, words were spoken
If you only hurt the ones you love
You must’ve loved me a lot

I’ve heard the stories – About the failures and the glories
I’ve seen the figures – Didn’t figure we’d fit in
Maybe the truth now – lies deeper within
Reality will come to be no matter what you see

Like why you lied and why you left
While I gave you all my best
When you had me in your sites
I knew I was dead to rights
I shoulda known that I was broken
Without whisper, words were spoken
If you only hurt the ones you love
You must’ve loved me a lot

You must’ve loved me a lot
You must’ve loved me a lot

Life is life and love ain’t the same
One’s for real and one’s a game
But in the end there’s a part of you that you just can’t reclaim

Like why you lied and why you left
While I gave you all my best
When you had me in your sites
I knew I was dead to rights
I shoulda known that I was broken
Without whisper, words were spoken
If you only hurt the ones you love
You must’ve loved me a lot

 

5. You Get What You Pay For
Written by Jason Charles Miller, Jon Nite and David Rivers
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)
Jon Mark Nite Music (ASCAP)
Clay River Music (ASCAP)

Produced by Jason Charles Miller and Dan Hodges
Mixed by Dan Certa
Engineered by Dan Certa
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals
Biff Watson — Acoustic guitar
Adam Shoenfeld — Electric guitar
Nick Buda — Drums
Aubrey Richmond — Fiddle
Mike Brignardello — Bass guitar
“Cowboy” Eddie Long — Pedal steel
Jim “Moose” Brown — Keyboards
Michael “Fish” Herring — Electric guitar solo
Jamison “Metal” Boaz — Acoustic guitar solo, backing vocals
Caroline Clark — Backing vocals

Feel that engine shutter, wheels stop rollin’ round
Asphalt melts like butter, bone dry sun baked ground

Rusted half ton pick up, duct tape on the door
6 pack and a thousand bucks, guess you get what you pay for

Hundred miles from Vegas, thousand miles from you
Sweating last night’s whisky, I must be 100 proof

Last night shots were poundin’, woke up on the floor
Heartache’s now a headache, you get what you pay for

You get what you pay for: Misspelled tattoo
You get what you pay for: Homemade wine
You get what you pay for: Truck stop shower
You get what you pay for

You get what you pay for: Cheap motel room
You get what you pay for: Free advice
You get what you pay for: Bad directions
You get what you pay for

Two pair took my paycheck, three Jacks took my house
Broke and broken down, guess you get what you pay for

You get what you pay for: Misspelled tattoo
You get what you pay for: Homemade wine
You get what you pay for: Truck stop shower
You get what you pay for

You get what you pay for: Cheap motel room
You get what you pay for: Free advice
You get what you pay for: Bad directions
You get what you pay for

You get what you pay for: Sidewalk savior
You get what you pay for: Secondhand shoes
You get what you pay for: Hitch hiked travel
You get what you pay for

You get what you pay for: Free vacation
You get what you pay for: Old used tires
You get what you pay for: Drive through chapel
You get what you pay for

 

6. Learn To Live With It
Written by Jason Charles Miller
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)

Produced by Jason Charles Miller
Mixed by Jon Walls and Geoff Bisente
Engineered by Jon Walls and Geoff Bisente
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals, acoustic guitar
Tina Guo — Cello

He just stood there on the wall, watching everybody fall
Now he’s stuck up there forevermore
Frozen in time, frozen in mind he’ll never leave it all behind
He never thought his fear would paralyze
Now 40 years have come and gone, 40 winters all alone
He still wonders why they let him come home

You just learn to live with it
You just close your eyes and pretend it isn’t there
You just learn to live with it
And eventually, you bury it so deep you can’t feel it anymore

Every night she lies in silence, just waiting for the door
She feels it slam against her wall again
He comes on like a hurricane wrapped in pain with a steady dose of shame
But she’s not feeling anything
She tells herself one day she’ll tell somebody else
But she knows that day may never come

You just learn to live with it
You just close your eyes and pretend it isn’t there
You just learn to live with it
And eventually, you bury it so deep it can’t touch you anymore

Standing beneath that sun, time’s no friend to you
Once you stumble try to stand when you’ve got every other man
Pushing down on you with all their hands

You just learn to live with it
You just close your eyes and pretend it isn’t there
You just learn to live with it
And eventually, you bury it so deep you can’t feel it anymore

 

7. Into Temptation
Written by Jason Charles Miller, Phil Barton and Kris Bergsnes
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)
Sixteen Stars Music (BMI)
SB21 Publishing (BMI)

Produced by Jason Charles Miller
Mixed by Jon Walls
Engineered by Jon Walls
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals, acoustic guitar

You walk out of a perfect home
Into the darkness all alone
A neon light is burning through your mind
Every footstep along the street
The Devil plants another seed
Until you say goodbye to the perfect life

Into temptation
Desire in the making
Like a moth to a flame
It’s a dangerous game
But still we fall
Into temptation

She holds a drink as you might guess
In the other hand’s a cigarette
With just smile she asks you for a light
In the silence of the conversation
You forgo all the complications
And from the edge you take a dive

Into temptation
Desire in the making
Like a moth to a flame
It’s a dangerous game
But still we fall
Into temptation

I never met a victim, who thought he was a victim, until he was a victim have you?
I never thought I’d give in, until I finally gave in, and now I’m left with nothing left to lose

Into temptation
Desire in the making
Like a moth to a flame
It’s a dangerous game
But still we fall
Into temptation

 

8. Still Doing Time
Written by Jason Charles Miller and Eric Berdon
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)
EB Fraley Music (ASCAP)

Produced by Jason Charles Miller
Mixed by Jon Walls
Engineered by Jon Walls
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals
Eric Berdon — acoustic guitar
Jon Walls — Drums

Thinking back to where I’ve been, every woman, every sin
I just thought that I was having fun
Never meaning to be cruel, guess I was a careless fool
But now it’s time to pay for what I’ve done

But everyone says, “forgive yourself.”

My head becomes a prison cell
Any time I’m by myself
As I try to clear the guilt out of my mind
The bars won’t bend
The chains won’t break
As I relive all my mistakes
I may not be locked up, but I’m still doin’ time

The man that I was yesterday
Just won’t seem to go away
Even though his deeds are long gone
The past it has a memory
That never wants to leave me be
And just reminds me where I went wrong

Even though I know better now

My head becomes a prison cell
Any time I’m by myself
As I try to clear the guilt out of my mind
The bars won’t bend
The chains won’t break
As I relive all my mistakes
I may not be locked up, but I’m still doin’ time

No escape, so I’ll just wait
Til the next life sets me free

My head becomes a prison cell
Any time I’m by myself
As I try to clear the guilt out of my mind
The bars won’t bend
The chains won’t break
As I relive all my mistakes
I may not be locked up, but I’m still doin’ time

 

9. The Devil
Written by Jason Charles Miller
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)

Produced by Jay Ruston and Darren Leader
Mixed by Jay Ruston
Engineered by Jay Ruston
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals, acoustic guitar
Ben Carey — Electric guitar
Jeff Friedel — Drums
Marty O’Brien – Bass guitar

We found him by the roadside
Nothing to him but his name
He struggled to his feet
Withered from the heat
Cussin’ at the street
“I don’t want your help, I just want to know where I am.”
Then he slowly looked around
Recognized the town
Then he laid back down

If you think I’m the devil it’s only because I live in hell
If you’re looking for trouble you found it because I live in hell

When she walked into the courthouse
The blood on her blouse was still wet
They took one look at her face
Certain of the case
A horrible disgrace
“I don’t want your mercy, I want you to know why I’m here.”
Then she told them of the pain
The horrible refrain
Of a life in chains

If you think I’m the devil it’s only because I live in hell
If you’re looking for trouble you found it because I live in hell

Now I’m standing right in front of you
And the only thing I can pursue
Is to show you that I’m not what you think I am

So if you think I’m the devil it’s only because I live in hell
If you’re looking for trouble you found it because I live in hell
I live in hell
I live in hell
I live in hell

 

10. Drag Me Down
Written by Jason Charles Miller
Count Mecha Music/Bike Music (BMI)

Produced by Jay Ruston and Darren Leader
Mixed by Jay Ruston
Engineered by Jay Ruston
Mastered by Stewart Cararas

Musicians:
Jason Charles Miller — Vocals, acoustic guitar
Ben Carey — Electric guitar
George Balulis — Electric guitar
Ted Russell Kamp — Slide guitar
Jeff Friedel — Drums
Marty O’Brien – Bass guitar

I’ve been stuck in this dirt hole for days
Been sucked into your cloudy haze
Reflecting back upon the very life that I’ve been given

Had bottles broken on my face
Cried out in shame and pure disgrace
But all the while I watched and waited silently and driven

You can try to drag me down
But my friend you’ll never get me any lower to the ground
You can try to drag me down
But in the end my friend you’ll never get me lower to the ground

I’ve been sabotaged by lover’s lies
Been stabbed by jealous husband’s knives
My foolishness from other lives has surely been forgiven

I’ve had higher highs and lower lows
than most of you will ever know
But by and by I wouldn’t change a thing that I’ve been given

You can try to drag me down
But my friend you’ll never get me any lower to the ground
You can try to drag me down
But in the end my friend you’ll never get me lower to the ground

Watch me as I crawl to the place that I’ve been looking for
All these words I scrawl on the page just fall to the floor

You can try to drag me down
But my friend you’ll never get me any lower to the ground
You can try to drag me down
But in the end my friend you’ll never get me lower
No in the end my friend you’ll never get me lower to the ground

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