Wheat to Wire

by The Crosiers

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released April 13, 2016

Produced by Shane Jewell
Recorded at SUGARWOLF
Mastered by John Paul Foster

Cover photo: "Winter," by Ethan Feldbau

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The Crosiers Birmingham, Alabama

Ben McClellan
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Frank McClellan
Vox, Guitars, Keys

Shane Jewell
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Bass & Drums

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Track Name: Time is Up
put your dresses on
and march out to the fire
warm your bones while the prairie burns 
the wheat to wire
your cross of gold for stolen bread
your horsewhipped hands
too broke to keep the children fed

what you gonna do
your time's up

tie your ribbons tight
tied in the latest style
purr into the mike and smile
your dripping smile
your Mirrored Hall, your millionth face
the smell of plenty balmed with myrrh
the dogs that take the children's place
the killing face on building sidewalls
sirens coming, hard boots running
the finest out to run the cow call
and we can't say we saw it coming

what you gonna do
your time’s up

burn all messages
burn, the shops and stalls
burn, the baby carriages
and burn, the walls
the Vandals shout through broken gates
our feet are slipping on the frost
we run to meet where no one waits
the plated faces at our feet
through the flooded streets we're falling
every mother giving God her child
and everywhere the drums are calling

what you gonna do
your time's up
Track Name: Low
who am I to point the finger
who am I to lay the blame
I got miracles
I got big ideas 
but baby I ain't got no shame
well I came to be your savior
I came to speak my mind
but I lost my spine when a polaroid caught me
having a good time

and I can't get up
no no no

who am I to wear the white veil
when I let the curtain fall
I know I swore so help me God
but he don't return my calls
who am I to point the finger
who am I to play it straight
in the promised land all the drinks are free
and the devil stays out late

and I can't get up
no no no

shake hands with the money, baby
now you got me low
don't want nobody else to save me
now you got me low

who am I to flaunt my goodness
in this flesh fair of conceit
compromise makes inviting eyes
til you forget she's selling lies
who am to fly with wax wings
now I got no place to land
the busboy spills it for a twenty
shuts up for twenty grand

I can't get up
no no no

shake hands with the money, etc. 

who am I to point the finger
who am I to lay the blame 
the dogs are digging at my heels
the dogs are snapping at my name
who am I to call the White House
when the miracle is gone
the Spirit leaves you when you take it
but you know the flesh holds on
Track Name: Best Daughter of Truth
I remember loving the best daughter of truth
When you were young truth was all you had
And I loved you for it, yes I did
It made you strong and hard-fired
Like the truest of women
We all hoped how you would lead us
We should have known how you would leave us
With your fortune in one hand and a shackle on the other
You knew you sold yourself too cheap
You swept the good nights from your sleep
You swept the gods of Egypt off their feet
Your firstborn from your heart
And you dreamed and it was misery to wake
From the glory of love to the brothels of Rome
And somehow I knew that you would not be home again
So I looked for you and I brought you truth
But you spurned that cup and
You had two with Cain
And so I will come out to your city walls
When you are kept under siege by God Almighty
And I know you cursed me
But it was you, my love, who lay down under that curse

My mother, my sister, my wayward daughter
My mother, my sister, my wayward daughter
My mother, my sister, my wayward daughter
America, you broke my heart

You said, not tonight will I listen
I said, time will come when you wish you had
Track Name: The King
It's good to be the people's king:
They make a gold crown for your head;
They send you cards; they write sunny things;
They leave you chocolates on your bed.
You get your face sewn on the flag.
You get the men with sticks at night.
You get your enemies in bags
Until the country's thinking right.
You grow the dollars from the ground;
You get to pass them all around.

Yeah you know you got it coming from the king. 
Everybody has it coming from the king.

She caught my eye the other day.
My people said you're very proud.
A black dress embassy soiree,
A golden statue in the crowd.
My trophy room has one bare wall.
We won't pretend that you'll agree.
A Green Zone posting solves it all;
I let you keep your skin for free.
I'll strip a man of all he has.
L'etat c'est moi, and all that jazz.

You know you got it coming from the king. 
Everybody has it coming from the king.  

And if you curse me in your solitary nights,
My men pry out the secrets that you keep:
Your taped-up eyes; my face flashing in the lights;
And then you'll see me till you see me in your sleep.
You'll see me till you go out with the lights. 

I got so mean by meaning well.
To make the omelet, crack the eggs;
To crack the eggs you break the shell;
To break the shell you crack the legs.
The revolution always wins. 
Love hides a multitude of sins.

You know you got it coming from the king. 
Everybody has it coming from the king.
Track Name: February Hymn
Young men, be strong
The time to bend your arm is coming ‘round
The time to set your feet and hold your ground
It’s coming ‘round
Sisters, be brave
It’s time to raise the shout ‘til you are heard
Make the walls shake with the sound of every word
‘Til you are heard
‘Til you are heard

Now rise up with the morning sun
Rise up for the day yet to be won
Rise and stand unbowed and overcome
Rise and stand unbowed and overcome

Fathers, be wise
The blood your fathers spilled calls out again
The liberty we bought you must defend
Calls out again
Mothers, don’t cry
For such a time as this you raised our sons
For men to do what men have always done
You raised our sons
You raised our sons

Repeat chorus

People, be free
Take the great gift in your fists and don’t let go
No matter if a king or conquer'r tells you so
You don’t let go
People, be strong
The time to bend your arm is coming ‘round
The time to set your feet and hold your ground
It’s coming ‘round
It’s coming 'round

Repeat chorus
Track Name: Benediction
As you lift your bag my boy
And as you make from home
Take my steel from where it sleeps beside the door
May it keep you in your waking
Your strength meet to its strength
May the devils split their hearts upon my gift

And your heart will break and burn
But boy, do not this way return
Set your face and turn your body to the wind
Let the colors tear the sky
Let the good ones go and die
Set your face and do not come this way again

I know not where my father’s bones
Are sleeping in the dirt
He drove me from his country ‘fore I was grown
And I tore out from the mountains
Every stick and every stone
I made into the house where you were born

And as I was sent, so you I send
Call out for fire and it descends
Call for mercy, turn your body to the wind
Let the colors tear the sky
Let the good ones go and die
Set your face and do not come this way again

Go disappear across the fields
I’ll watch your shining heart grow small
I’ll walk out to the horses’ graves where I will kneel
Your mother’s songs rise in my ears
Rise with the smoke up from the earth
And dissolve into the Blessed Virgin’s prayers

No tongue of angels nor of men
No word of blessing can defend
Set your face and turn your body to the wind
Let the colors tear the sky
Let the good ones go and die
Set your face and do not come this way again

And your heart will break and burn
But boy, do not this way return
Set your face and turn your body to the wind
Let the colors tear the sky
Let the good ones come and die
Call for mercy, do not come this way again
Set your face and turn your body to the wind
Set your face and do not come this way again
Track Name: Fallen, Fallen
Come down from the cold, cold hills
The dirt is red
The dirt is red
Draw now from the stranger’s well 
The dirt is red my love

Felling axe left mountain bare
The fires burned
The fires burned
The road is dark under the stars
The fires burned my love

No pity in the broken land
No whispered prayer recalled
Little ones, your little ones
Your little ones my love

Come down from the cold, cold hills
The dirt is red
The dirt is red
Draw deep from the stranger’s well
The dirt is red my love
Track Name: Do You Remember
Do you remember, dark-eyed winter child,
The way the summer nights would settle 
On the boundary pines?
The way the air was warm and wet
And full of honeysuckle scent?
And how the moon lit up the dew
Upon the cut Kentucky blue
As your uncles tilted bottles and told lies?

Oh, when were you born?
When were you born?

By the house up on the hill
We watched the clouds go white and gray;
The Tuscaloosa lightning carried miles
Without a sound. 
The wind would stir by minutes,
Then laze back into the woods,
Damping cricket strings as it slipped by.

Oh, when were you born?
When were you born?
Under the silver sun on a hard February morning.

Some nights--deep in the hollow hours--
I would lift my head and stare around the room. 
The noises had no names, but still I felt them,
In the hot, unmoving air.
I took my blanket and lay down under the moon.
The dogs would bed beside me and I slept.
Sometimes I dreamed of girls, or being in the army.
But once I dreamed of you. 

Oh, when were you born?
When were you born?
Under the silver sun on a hard February morning.
You do not remember. 

We never lost a finger to the frost
The deep well water ran lucky on our tongues
My father was still alive
His heart beating hard as he lifted me
His heart beating hard as he lifted me
Track Name: Hush
On a red horse came war
And he flew the black flag
Come to burn it all down
With our babies inside
And he mustered his sons
For the martyrs' parade
And he couldn't be bought
And he couldn't be bribed

Hush
Baby don't you cry

On a black horse came famine
And he broke the black tap
And we walked to get bread
With red rags on our feet
But our betters as always
Could simper it out
And they slept in the Vineyard
While we fought in the streets

Hush
Baby don't you cry

On a pale horse came death
And hell close behind
Our ambassadors out
To talk at the tide
His laugh was a roar
And he rose with the Moon
And we fled from his sickle
With no place to hide

We saw one falling star,
Then ten, then a score,
And we cried out to God,
Right before we went blind
In a fireball flash
In a fireball flash
On a pale horse came death
And hell right behind
Track Name: After All
The wind is getting colder every day
Winter pulls the thread 'til all the edges fray
The fireplace burns low
Darkness gathers round the glow
You sparkle in the soft, retreating light

Gold star in the window up the street
Yellow ribbons snap in the air by the climbing tree
Step inside and bar the door
Slow dancing on the kitchen floor
I pull you close and whisper in the night

When the stars go out
When the mountains fall
When the moon rises up
Just to take her last breath
I'll still love you after all
I'll still love you after all

Gas lines, walk to work, you sent a note
"All my love" and "come home soon" was all you wrote
Sunday dinner, lemonade
Hearts and crazy eights and spades
The boys out playing soldier in the yard

Repeat chorus

At the end of all things
I will look in your eyes
My love never leave you
My love never die

Your hands shake as you take the yellow bars
Your eyes kiss me with the shine and fire of falling stars
Do what must be done
For our daughter and our sons
A flag, a shouldered bag, I touch your face

When the stars go out
When the mountains fall
When the moon rises up
Just to take her last breath
I'll still love you after all
I'll still love you after all