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Secret Martyr's Club

by The Secret Martyr's Club

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George Hutton I recently rediscovered a playlist/album in band camp that seems to have grown. I really like the lyrics and production it is just excellent. .
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1.
Everything Will Be Fine Pay no mind to the bully on your screen, Cause everything will be fine. We will come to our senses before they take leave, And everything will be fine. Confessions of the secret martyrs club, Will be spoken in whispers today. Flapping lips and flapping wings, While truth takes another holiday. 1984 on microfiche, George Orwell is our good friend. A companion on the road, narrating our lives, He stays with us 'til the end. But the credits are over and there are no more scenes, Captain America takes a bow, For the heroes wear blindfolds, and the poets are lost, And the audience just wonders how. Chorus: But everything will be fine, Said the beggar to his wine, Everything will be fine, Said the politician on the line, Everything will be fine, As the train cars begin to fill, Everything will be fine, Said the executioner on the hill. Oooh... A mystery, our disease, And the doctors just do as they please. Stenographers of the new age, take measurements for freshly dug graves. Pay no mind, and take no heed. A tweet is sent out each and every night. Calling out the sheep one by one While the shepherd is nowhere in sight. Chorus But everything will be fine, Said the beggar to his wine, Everything will be fine, Said the politician just in time, Everything will be fine, As the train cars begin to fill, Everything will be fine, said the executioner on the hill.
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A Sunday afternoon in the back room, At Number 5, on the Main The members find their seats and tell us their stories, Stories that try to explain. A war against innocent victims, And those who did not hear the call. “Never again” was the rallying cry But does it apply to all? (Chorus) I am a member of the the Secret Martyrs Club, Tattoos on my forearm And the drinks are served at 1. You'll find me in the back room, Readings books with empty pages Filled with stories of your bravery. Fast forward another generation There is a man yelling on my TV About the others that are just like me, but they are really not me But some of you remain silent, Some of you just cheer him on, Some of you raise your arms up. And some of you just sing along. Chorus Solo Your moral authority gone in a flash, The terrified cower in fear. “Never again” just applies to you, And the others can just disappear. Your rituals have all become nonsense, Your piety went up in smoke Your false concern is just pure nonsense, All Your preaching is a joke. Chorus
3.
Hello My Friend I sit here broken hearted Paper and Pen won't put an end To what’s been started I’ve been let down Yeah I’ve been conned a few times I can’t pretend it’s not the end Of something I was part of Blowing it up Tearing it down Reducing it all to nothing Cockroach people come out in the open now You’re something but you’re not someone It’s just not right There’s nothing normal about it I’ll fight this fight But for right now Don’t want to think about it Hello my friend Hello my friend Hello my friend Hello my friend
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Black Flower 06:20
Black Flower Something beautiful Something dark Something fragile Something stark Staring up at me From the ground below A lone Black Flower Begins to show Visions of a time We could not see Sparks of humanity In the deep blue sea Butterfly wings Supersonic jets Cause waves and waves Of deep regrets Momma told me We are going to a better place On a raft with the entire human race But now I am face down on a sandy beach Lying very still, is this a moment to teach? Ships have come to these shores Refugees fleeing wars Label them with made up crimes You are running out of time. Thousands knock upon your door But they may violate your law Of open carry and Jesus Christ The blood won't wash away so nice. Will you just turn away? What ever will or won't you say? Turn into a black flower If you think you have the power. Time and time just marches on We keep looking to the setting sun A fireball in a dark red sky Does it make you want to cry and cry?
5.
Gone 03:49
Missiles a mile away Here on a sunny day It so easy when you don't know, oh. But now it's all so clear A revolution's here It should have happened long ago Now my days grow short and my nights grow long I fall behind but I'm holding on and I wonder Where's that feeling gone? When facts don't mean a thing And truth is a strange offering And all logic and reason fail Who tucks you in at night? Kiss your cheek and say "It's Alright" Now that luxury isn't there Now my days grow short and my nights grow long I fall behind but I'm holding on and I wonder Where's that feeling gone? Now hate rears its ugly head the sheep are so willingly led and who's in charge well I don't know It is within our grasp But I know it won't last And I see that closing door, well... Bye Bye Bye Bye Can someone help me?
6.
Opportunity 03:42
Oval office all alone Barking orders at some corporate drone On the phone Send a message, make it clear In an hour you will spin it Seems sincere…. One person’s misfortune is somebody else’s opportunity One person’s misfortune is somebody else’s opportunity No empathy. Gravitas, Propriety Be a good boy try to act Presidentially. You’re the king or so you’re told Tweeting edicts from your golden throne While you groan. CHORUS: One person’s misfortune is somebody else’s opportunity One person’s misfortune is somebody else’s opportunity No empathy. You’re immune to your own stench Once amusing, now it don’t make no sense Spewing out your nonsense Will be met with violence.

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released April 1, 2017

Everything Will Be Fine
Mark McCrite (vocals)
Dan Cubert (organ, synthesizers, guitars, bass)
Jeremy Cubert (piano, Zendrum, LinnStrument)
Erik Flockoi (backing vocals, lil' hitler).

Secret Martyr's Club
Jeremy Cubert (piano, LinnStrument, Zendrum)
Dan Cubert (organ, synthesizer, guitars, percussion)
Robin Schell (vocals)
Marc Godino (guitar solo)

Hello My Friend
Instruments: Dan Cubert
Vocals: John Beagley, Erik Flockoi

Black Flower
Mark McCrite - vocals
Dan Cubert - guitar, bass, keyboards, percussion
Jeremy Cubert - lyrics, piano, keyboards, LinnStrument, Chapman Stick, drums

Gone
Mark McCrite - vocals
Dan Cubert - guitar, bass, drums, keyboards, production
Jeremy Cubert - LinnStrument (strings)
Strings arranged by Jeremy Cubert

Opportunity
Robin Schell - Vocals
Dan Cubert - Guitar, Bass, Keys
Jeremy Olson - Drums

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The Secret Martyr's Club features Emmy award winning producer and multi-instrumentalist, Dan Cubert and multi-instrumentalist Jeremy Cubert with a cast of singers and other musicians including Robin Schell, Mark McCrite and John Beagley.

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