BROKEN HORSES

by Silent Movie Type

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Justyn Brando-Vocals,Bass
Brit Matschulat-Guitar,Vocals
Jason Jarrold-Drums

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released December 23, 2011

Recorded in the basement 2011
All songs written by silentmovietype
All lyrics by Brit Matschulat
Produced, Mixed by silentmovietype
Mastered at Sound Foundry Studios(Kingsville On) by Brett Humber
Artwork layout and design by J Drummond

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EMAIL- silentmovietype@gmail.com

FACEBOOK- www.facebook.com/silentmovietype

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Silent Movie Type Windsor, Ontario

Intense and to the point are two ways to describe this three piece band from Windsor Ontario. A live show that will leave you wanting more and asking yourself .."What just happened"? Come see for yourself.

Justyn Brando(Vocals,Bass)
Brit Matschulat(Guitars,Vocals)
Jason Jarrold (Drums)
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Track Name: SHE SAYS
she says too much water never sprouts
she says same lives different house
acclimate yourself to the sun
and the feeling of being done
its been a month without a drip or a drink
a pair of eyes inside your clogged sink
now you see me now you don't
now believe me soon you wont
he says drown it till it never grows
he says same house and it shows
acclimate your self to the sun
and the feeling of being done
its been a month without a drip or a drink
a pair of eyes inside your clogged sink
now you see me now you don't
now believe me soon you wont
i got the truth stretched a mile
laid out in a single file
think im cured how absurd oh absurd
move like this make you blink
make the skeletons break
by turning on the lights
its been a month without a drip or a drink
a pair of eyes inside your clogged sink
now you see me now you don't
now believe me soon you wont
Track Name: PASTELS
Do we let one fall
try our best to save them all
like to see you try to stop me
your idea of restrain
chewed right through those handcuffs
less than seven days
open the brilliant boxes
picking a their brains
color them with hues of honesty
pastels of crazy
broken brush in a twisted broken man
useless and lazy
Do we let one fall
try our best to save them all
like to see you try to stop me
your idea of restrain
chewed right through those handcuffs
in less than seven days
open the brilliant boxes
picking a their brains
color them with hues of honesty
pastels of crazy
broken brush in a twisted broken man
useless and lazy
return them to their boxes again
see the dust that settles within
left alone where the second best hide
to reposition the boxes inside
design the tools that make them
repair the minds that rape them
design the tools that make them
repair the minds that rape them
Track Name: CAROUSELS
colors and pastels are etched in time
rekindle an old flame sets you on fire
time is running out your internal clock
resets itself
since they clipped your wings
it makes it awful hard to fly
In the glass jars they keep the body
parts preserved and perfect
sculpted work of art
but your not thinking with your head
skin graph to your own bed
an animal in a lonely cage
said you wouldn't make the same mistake again
in the un windowed room the mice play
tricks in their cages human lab coats sit there
on their big stages
little white pills makes your mouth dry
it brings us closer to the sky
but your not thinking with your head
skin graph to your own bed
an animal in a lonely cage
said you wouldn't make the same mistake again

carousel full of broken horses

but your not thinking with your head
skin graph to your own bed
an animal in a lonely cage
said you wouldn't make the same mistake again
Track Name: BROTHERS
brother oh brother
take me for granted
risked my life to lend you an organ
tarnished the keys in a matter of weeks
would you do the same for me, for me
take me for granted again
movement and speech escape you
forgotten the notes to the music you wrote
each word is heard in silence
remove it myself and cut it out
let it die on the night stand
just out of reach a scalpel with a dull blade
sew you up again
sew you up again
sew you up again
mom and dad always loved you more
now who will they love next week
labeled me a bad influence
and labeled me a prince, still i descend
ride into the darkness on the horses head
i'll sew you up again
missing his tongue and the rest of his body
sew you up again
sew you up again
he returns we'll assemble him again
he returns we'll retrace his steps
he returns we'll give him gold shoes
he returns see if there's something he could use
Track Name: LUNGS
i think i tried everything
every line in the book
my faces of dirty looks
everymouth with a fish hook
glass bowl full of tricks
built up stick after stick
platter of happiness
washed down with a wrinkled frown
five straight minuites of screaming lungs
hung out to dry hung out to lie
five straight minuites of bleeding lungs
hung out to fly hung out goodbye
voice stretched to the limit
limit without a sound
the best of the hired clowns
set to change a chisled brow
I gave up on everything
everything in the book
I gave up on everything
every mouth with a fish hook
five straight minuites of screaming lungs
hung out to dry hung out to lie
five straight minuites of bleeding lungs
hung out to fly hung out goodbye

five straight minuites of screaming lungs
hung out to dry hung out to lie
five straight minuites of bleeding lungs
hung out to fly hung out goodbye
Track Name: TV ON MUTE
butchers wife keeps his blades sharp
tv on mute to catch up on her lip reading
while he sleeps she drinks alone
taken with a grain of salt she chokes she chokes she chokes
the butchers wife tap dances on the chopping block
just a little taste in the heat of battle
while he sleeps she drinks alone
staring at the end of her bottle she chokes, chokes
stains on her apron will never be the same
the name the fame the game
tearing through the fabric sleeping off the shame
its all the same
while he sleeps she drinks alone
staring at the end of her bottle she chokes she chokes she chokes
stains on her apron will never be the same
with her 60s hairdoo she chokes she chokes she chokes
while he sleeps she drinks alone
tangled in the phone tangled in her own home
stains on her apron will never be the same
the name the fame the game
tearing through the fabric sleeping off the shame
its all the same
while he sleeps she drinks alone
tangled in the phone tangled in her own home
while he sleeps she drinks alone
while he sleeps she drinks alone
tangled in the phone tangled in her own home
while he sleeps she drinks alone, she drinks alone.....
Track Name: BRIDESMAID
a banker a barber
a bishop a bargain
sleeper sofa with a view
a bondsman a butcher
a bastard a beggar
you without me me without you
a banker a barber
a bishop a bargain
dozen handmade boats they don't float
a bondsman a butcher
a bastard a beggar
build a statue remind me of you
a banker a barber
a bishop a bargain
sleeper sofa with a view
a bondsman a butcher
a bastard a beggar
build a statue remind me of you
hangnails across a naked back
leave traces of excellence
archers they have risen their bows
flaming arrow, stones you don't throw
chasing the billowing smoke
work of worn down tools done by crooked fools
Track Name: FIDDLERS TUNE
place the skeleton key inside of me
voices from the wall wont hurt anything at all
the fiddlers tune in the other room
catches everyone off guard
turn the key and crawl inside
might want to hesitate before you whisper
might want to let this song dissapear
might want to hesitate before you whisper
so cover your ears my dear, let this song dissapear
your timing is perfect
your hair isnt out of place
makeup like a movie star
on that sunken face
dont worry about your sickness
no food in your stomach
so cover your eyes my dear
let this song dissapear
might want to hesitate before you whisper
might want to let this song dissapear
might want to hesitate before you whisper
so cover your ears my dear, let this song dissapear
Track Name: WHAT WEVE DONE
rap our swollen heads in clear plastic bags to
show them what weve done
im a weary king with a crooked crown
my queen in her fancy gown
to our face to our feet
to our body incomplete it takes a beating
to our body to our bed
to our shrinking head instead
its worth seeing
shave our heads keep the clippings to
show them what weve done
im a weary king in a burning crown
queen in her bleeding gown
braided colours character scetch
to glorify our heads glorify our deaths
to throw stones at our crest
and all the lives we've wrecked
and all the faces upset that plot us dead
red carpet waiting
anything you want me to say
sold our money to the pirates
and traps in the alley

show them what weve done