POST TRAUMATIC HEAD

by Silent Movie Type

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

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released November 1, 2009

All songs written by Silent Movie Type
All lyrics by Brit Matschulat
Artwork layout and design by Brit Matschulat
Recorded, Produced, Mixed and Mastered @ Sound Foundry Studios (Kingsville On.) by Brett Humber



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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: BLOODY MARY
what used to be my favorite dress
is now worn a lot less
engulfed enigma speechless
bloody Mary faded mess

dancing to records that never skip
flawless feet never trip
bloody Mary with a twist
lipstick smeared glass slowly sipped

lipstick smeared glass slowly sipped
Track Name: UNHOLY GHOSTS LAUGH
this is where the screaming
doesn’t help anything
it only allows the strangers to rear their ugly heads
this is the first time
I’ve seen you so scared
so unprepared and loosing layers of your beauty

park bench conversations
stabbing in the back
emotions that tend to lack
unholy ghosts laugh

my touch your touch
unable to touch
twisted tongues with a mouthful of glass
misguided angels flying with their scarred wings
guide you to a sense of empty being

park bench conversations
stabbing in the back
emotions that tend to lack
unholy ghosts laugh

force fed fairytales white picket fences
words babbled to your story or your wise tale
your the only one whose crying
in a room filled with laughter

this crying falls on severed ears your worst day is my best
interrupted by inconsistent words your worst day is my best
this crying falls on severed ears your worst day is my best
interrupted by inconsistent words your worst day is my best


do you see me how i see you
do i see you how you see me
Track Name: DISFIGURED OUTLINES
i love and hate you all in the same breath
your only leaving with what you came with
a torn a tattered suitcase
and a room filled with headaches
my closet so full of bones
there’s no room for your clothes
shoebox full of secrets
this rooms filled with headaches

everybody wants to be your friend
nobody wants to be your friend

drowning on separate sides of the ocean
we're all left at sea eventually
cement shoes make it hard to move
searching for a pair to fit you
your skins is so paper thin
it whispers the fine print held with in
highlight the imperfections
give truth to the superstitions

I’m asking questions, too many questions
interrogation with a smile, works for a while

disfigured outlines crowded in a small room
devour the same lies, that were used to
asking questions, too many questions
interrogation with a smile works for a while
i love and hate you all in the same breath
your only leaving with what you came with
a torn a tattered suitcase ,this rooms filled with headache

closet so full of bones
everybody wants to be your friend
there’s no room for your clothes
nobody wants to be your friend
shoebox full of secrets
everybody wants to be your friend
this rooms filled with headaches

i love and hate you all in the same breath
i visit you grave every day since your death
who gets buried in a wedding dress
who gets buried in a wedding dress

closet so full of bones
i love and hate you all in the same breath
there’s no room for your clothes
i visit you grave every day since your death
shoebox full of secrets
who gets buried in a wedding dress
this rooms filled with headaches
who gets buried in a wedding dress
Track Name: MY BLOODSTAINED DIARY
The smell of bombs
missing arms
unable to shake on it
side profile has them looking like they used to
Unmakeuped faces in their places
monsters under these beds caressing our heads
next to our best friends graves
with reaction of a loved one death
or a response by no one

protect our heads with these helmets of poisoned promise
that we will return home safe and sound
a return trip in a body bag
everyone's on our side
with a flag flying at half mass
they never make it back
they never make it back

my blood stained diary with words of wisdom
with all this writer cramped nonsense
you will never make sense to the reader
who will never smell the death
its just what every family needs

they never make it back
only in a body bag
with missing legs and arms
they never make it back

a loaded gun on the tip of my tongue
shaking hands, and all i can stand
my post traumatic head
my bloodstained diary dead
Track Name: THEY KILLED THE CAPTAIN
a touch of color on pale skin
flare gun scares them
it's only the captain praying
for help on this dead sea
out to get thee
demon water scares me

perfect pirates
rob and pillage the ship
suffocate the captain
drown all the deck hands
skull and crossbones
they sail alone
punctured life vests
swarming insects

every last bite finished
walk the plank relentless
tough to keep balanced
poisoned island
every last bite finished
walk the plank relentless
tough to keep balanced
this poisoned island

the people are looking
through the small crack in the window
gusty winds blow this boat to shore
sit alone shaking back and forth
bloody water attracts them
bloody water attracts them

they killed the captain
they killed the captain
bloody water attracts them
they killed the captain
they killed the captain
and drown all the deck hands
all the deck hands
Track Name: CIRCUS TENT HEAD
you were patiently awaiting
to let your hair down
a circus tent for a head

a Russian roulette champion
a hole in the head to prove it
stand up alive for the first time

use your other voice instead
your faith failed tongue
comes undone just for the holidays
use your other voice instead
your faith failed tongue
comes undone just
for the holidays, for the holidays

how many cuts can my wrists take
for Christ’s sake
never helped for an introduction
these on lookers love to talk
but you can never look down
safety nets are for cheating
how many cuts can my wrists take
for Christ’s sake
it never helps for an introduction
fire walker blistered feet
keep everyone prepared for defeat
secretly waiting for disaster
a body on fire really fills the cheap seats
ladies and gentlemen direct your attention