Sing Bandana Singh

Sing Bandana Singh

 Toronto, Ontario, CAN
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Female-fronted alternative rock band influenced heavily by the early nineties, punk, and North Indian Classical elements. The songs embrace gritty, anxious city living, cultural contact zones, and moving beyond troubled pasts.

Biography

Sing Bandana Singh is a Toronto-based alt/rock singer-songwriter with influences that range from Hole to Susheela Raman.

Distortion and aggression are a large part of her sound. The music itself is focused on intersections, meetings and mergers of what are sometimes antithetical elements of the identities and the communities that make her, including rock elements such as distorted guitars and full drum kits with tablas and more classical elements of North Indian musical traditions. 

"I am a daughter of diaspora twice over, being Indian, born in Fiji and living in Canada. I've always felt the tension of being made of many things. Music is how I make sense of this tension."

Sing Bandana Singh’s forthcoming triptych of EPs, “Strength”, "Beauty,"  and "Shimmer," focus on building new narratives of loss and trauma, sexuality and femininity, celebration and renewal. She completed an Independent Music Residency at the Banff Centre in Alberta (January 2016) towards the writing for the project.

She is also an Ontario Arts Council Chalmers Arts Fellow (2016-2017).

The fellowship allows her to document in audio interviews and photo essays punk diaspora in South Asia and North America, comparing and contrasting ideas of community, identity and belonging amongst a non-ethnic cultural diaspora. 


Lyrics

Spinning Records

Written By: Bandana Singh

Let's go for a ride downtown
I will show you; All the places I have grown; And some places I am yet to know how they made me.

I see the Spinning Records and they taunt me as I try to go about my business.

I get up to go to school or work, day in and day out, and day in and day out, over and over again.

There are men praying on the 100; there are girls singing on the subway; and I am crying on the streetcar; another one let me down.

I caught my reflection in the window of the subway.
See these dark circles, these nervous twitches - all markers of my early aging.

There are lines inked into my skin, not from years passing but the stress of living here. Never sleeping, always questioning how are we living as I'm breathing in the exhaust of our industries.

There are men praying on the 100; there are girls singing on the subway; and I am crying on the streetcar; another one let me down.

Oh he let me down.

And from my living room
The sun and planes go down
The sky she puts on a
Black toxic sequin gown.

Thief

Written By: Bandana Singh

He was the greatest thief we ever knew.
He came and he took all that he knew he could.
His silver charm rusted all the locks away.
His silver eyes brought to him everything- all he ever wanted.

He came and went in a day's worth of sunlight.
All the nights before spent contemplating any meaning left in his life.

He knew that he had some.
But he needed some more.
So he took half of mine and almost all of what was yours.
Empty and tired to his crazed pursuit we relented.
Oh what fools we were to be by such plastic fruit ever so tempted.

What wouldn't he take from me?
What wouldn't I give?
The hole he's trying to fill, nothing will ever satisfy him:
Blacker than the void,
Whiter than oblivion,
Purer than the purest sin,
Such that you would never wish to create another one like him,

Ever again.

But I know he can't forget me;
I know I'm well beneath his skin.
He is scarred he is screaming:
In his life I am all meaning.

What sweet revenge it is - to linger.

The Saddest Song

Written By: Bandana Singh

Empty Room
no mirrors or chairs
standing alone

you are barely there.

Warmth is fleeting in a sleep you so long deserved.

The stain of her is irreversible.

What are you to do?

The days are short
the nights are much to long.
You try to keep your head up high

As they try to break you down.

Oh, you're drowning in the flood of her memories.

What are you to do?

All Chords

Written By: Bandana Singh

Oh no
It’s happening again
You’re asking too much
I’m giving in
Oh no
It’s happened again
I’m crumbling away
I’m compromising

I feel a little (just a little)
Cheated
Mistreated
Beaten Down
Being friends with Arrogance has made me oh so sour and dry

I feel like flying today
like flying away
like spreading my wings
out
and
Flexing my veins
See the lovely colour
I paint the town red

Oh no
Lines are redrawn
No longer resembling
The Original

Original template is thin
I’m verging on empty
You’re colouring me in

I feel a little (just a little)
Cheated
Mistreated
Beaten Down
Being friends with Arrogance has made me oh so sour and dry

Oh no
It’s happening again
You’re expecting too much
I’ve made it my friend.

My dear
I let you lead
I’m forgetting the steps
I’m stumbling.

I feel a little (just a little)
Cheated
Mistreated
Beaten Down
Being friends with Arrogance has made me oh so sour and dry…

Carrying Wounds

Written By: Bandana Singh

Carrying wounds
[Both] yours and mine
[This] hurt has touched me
[And] it won’t let go.

All of your fears
[They’re] arrows in my side.
[I’m] bent over bleeding all of your

Words scattered everywhere
On the floor and in the air
On the walls and in the paint
On the counters and the drapes

Words scattered everywhere
In the bed and on the stairs
In the mirror and on the tiles
In the corner becoming

Piles of resentment.
These scenes I know very well but have never lived.

Who knew this could be our fate?
Who knew this would be our fate?

There are no actions without consequence
There are no victims without an offense
We are....

We are wounded hearts and wounded minds
We are wounded spirits to leave behind
To forget.

How are you wounds-
Are they healing well?
This Worry will dissipate
This Tension will settle

And these scars
Once we forget
Will tell the story of
Disappointment

Words scattered everywhere
On the floor and in the air
On the walls and in the paint
On the counters and the drapes

Words scattered everywhere
In the bed and on the stairs
In the mirror and on the tiles
In the corner becoming

Piles of resentment.
These scenes I know very well but have never lived.

Who knew this could be our fate?
Who knew this would be our fate?

There are no actions without consequences
We are the victims of our own offenses
We are...

We are wounded hearts and wounded minds
We are wounded spirits to leave behind
And forget.

Carrying wounds
Yours and mine
This hurt has touched me
And it won’t let go.

Hush (Lyrics for the video - a New Work in Progress)

Written By: Bandana Singh

Hush little baby don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird.
If that mocking bird don't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
If that ring is brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.
Lookout to the world you see, but know that
You're never going to be in it without me.

Mama knows one day you'll try to fly away,
So Mama's going to clip your wings.
See you're not as strong as the other birds here:
And Mama's just trying to protect you dear.

I once tried to fly away;
And they shot me down mid air.
They said, I was bright and beautiful,
but I wasn't allowed to go anywhere.

So I had a son and
They praised me so.
I gave up my dreams to fly just to love you and see you grow.

One day you'll have a bride of your own,
Then maybe you'll know.
She will have no value,
Until she's had a son of her own.

She shall have a son. She shall have a son. She shall have a son.

She shall have a son.

Discography

Strength EP
Tentative Release date:
2017

Sing Bandana Singh (5 Song EP)
Released March 2011
http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/sing-bandana-singh/id432385071
Produced by Vikas Kohli at Fat Labs (http://www.fatlabs.com)

Songs 1-5
Demo
Released 2005
Produced by Bandana Singh

Set List

Automatic Man

Heartbreaker

Take Me Away

Hush

Spinning Records

All Chords

Canary

These Things

Carrying Wounds

Set is 45 - 50 mins long

Covers:
Nirvana - About A Girl
Foo Fighters - My Hero
Arctic Monkeys - Dance Floor
Sesame Street - 12

Encore:
Jam sessions live on stage creating new music
Bitter Love Song
Saddest
Cover - The Cure Lovesong