Tomboyfriend

Tomboyfriend

 Toronto, Ontario, CAN
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Tomboyfriend is known for flattening musical genres - Broadway musicals, post/disco punk, tin pan alley, garage pop and Tori-Amos-gone-Gaga all twist around a solid core of expressive minimalism.

Biography

Originally an agit-pop conceptual art project born in Toronto garages, and in front of Toronto art galleries,
Tomboyfriend mixes a poet with artists, and activists with musicians. Morphing over the years into a consistently exhilarating stage show, energetic, theatrical sets alternating between dancey stompers and literate torch songs, and a purveyor of sleeper, pocket anthems, Tomboyfriend is a queer-mixed glee wonderland, drawing on Toronto's many diverse creative communities. Known for flattening musical genres, Broadway musicals, post/disco punk, tin pan alley, garage pop and Tori-Amos-gone-Gaga all twist around a solid core of expressive minimalism, and the distinctive poly-vocals of Ryan Kamstra, Marlena Zuber, Sholem Krishtalka as well as down-at-the-heels chorale arrangements of back-up troupe The Glory Hogs.

Tomboyfriend has been called "a performance-art whirlwind" (Sarah Liss 2008), "some of the most emotionally relevant, lyrically poignant music you’ll find this side of just about anywhere," (This Magazine 2011) and "One charming motherfucker. But a motherfucker nonetheless," (Said the Gramophone 2006). In June 2011, This Magazine recognized Tomboyfriend as one of the 45 best (cultural outfits) in all of Canada. Their efforts also have been recognized by the likes of Spin Magazine, Slate Magazine, and New York Times magazine. Their debut full-lengther "Don't Go to School" was released on Blocks Recording Club in late 2010.

Lyrics

Hotel Supermart (6:32)

Written By: Ryan Kamstra

Danke schön
How I need u yesterday
How u do get on
How it all went wrong
Daddy’s in debt
& baby’s on fire
I’m a man of my word
I will just make it to the next level

Wheee-aaaa

Beat my brains
Take me away
I need to vacate
a vacation
I need a jon
I need an a-la-la-la sweetheart
I need to party
Beyond this hotel supermart
Wheee

The media, The media
We all look better
In the media-dia-dia-dia-dia-dia
Stop being, Stop being

Rainy days
I can’t believe it ends this way
Sweet dreams are these
(. . . I need to drop u ratfink . . . )
No hotel, No beach, No people
No turquoise, turquoise sea
No dirty, dirty dream-aeroplane
No waiting room - No, no, no, no.

You take an old pair of ruby slippers
Wring out all the seams
Into a Kansas of your own making
My babies we looked
Better up against it

Wheee-aaaa

The media, The media
We all look better
In the media-dia-dia-dia-dia-dia
Stop being, Stop being

Well, you sold off your potatoes baby
For small arms & this dress
Stop being obvious

And you can sail into the dark
sail into the dark
sail into this darkness
And you can sail into this dark
sail into the dark - sail...

You got Bo-o-o-o-oys
Bo-o-o-o-oys, Boys on the brain (x2)

Baby you’re a rich man
Baby you’re a rich man
Baby you’re a rich man now (x2)

& we’ll all be the same in the end
& we all be the rich in the end
Stop being

Skank (6:32)

Written By: Ryan Kamstra

CHORUS
Super Plus Double Love
Super Double Double Love (x2)
Bang bang bang ka-ching (x2)
Hold your head up
Hold your head uppercut up (x2)

Got no brain, Got no think
Born of toilet, Made of sink
Aspire to hall
Move down the stairs
Oh my God, Could this be air
Kick it

It’s the 21rst century
And things are getting heavy
Go-boys are acting stupid
For go-girls looking to marry
And if I look like new money
Inside I feel like a dive
I was so hungry for wonders
Too bad I was alive

It’s rainier than it’s ever been
And I need someone to dry beside
Tho there’s everyone to lie beside
Nothing compares
To the thought that you’re . . .
A black rose dyke
Keep a tweak on a leash
A sheepish young lust
Ain’t got no fleece
For a lady made of trees
You got some beautiful pollution
He’s an elegant man
And he loves the revolution
Our love is it’s so skank

CHORUS

I’m gonna take it slow
I wancha all for mine
I wancha inside my arms
I want you all the time
And the stakes keep getting better
So I guess I’ll stick with the odds
Sticks and spicey
Puppy-doggy dogs
Nine, ten, 7-11
Get my burrito and then
I’m coming up, I’m coming up
Bouncing, dancing, forever, amen

Rain, rain go away
Come again some other day
Why must you stay outta reach
I need somebody on my beach
Why is everybody
So mutherfuking boring . . .

For a charitable soul
You got a dirty buzz
A smartass punk
Ya know where he grew up
Country! (Scumdogs of the universe
Ignite the universe)
For a flamer you’re tamer
Than some handsome ticket you should really get to know
I’m gonna aim high
And I’m gonna sink so low
Our love is so skank

CHORUS

Anything Can Be Loved (6:32)

Written By: Ryan Kamstra

She was a lowerclass diamond
She was a felt machine
I thought she was a boy
Hey-la someone’s talking to me
She said I love your details
And your funny, funny hair
I’m in pain everyday
I’m in pain everywhere
I’m in pain when I wake up
I’m in pain when I fight back
I need your gentle touch
I need your bite and your scratch
And even girls and boys
It didn’t matter
Success or poor
It doesn’t matter
Rockstar or down and out
Between four legs or on four knees
Anything can be loved
Why is there no one
Who can satisfy me?

Can you make me feel safe?
Can you push me far?
Til i’m over the moon
How many clothes can we take off?
Ladies have cool shoulders
And men have lovely necks
Skinny can be nice
Plump, pretty or pecs
Even girls and boys
Even girls and boys
The landscape got so fraught
I was at home playing with my toys
Hardened gamers to the left of you
Heartbreakers to the right
Both them kept you home
On a Saturday night
I usta laugh at love
Coz i thought it was funny
You came along
Now there’s something
Moving in my tummy
And even girls and boys
It doesn’t matter
Success or poor
It doesn’t matter
Rockstar or down and out
Between four legs or on four knees
Anything can be loved
Why is there no one who can satisfy me?

They can’t hurt you now . . .
(x15)

Big in Afghanistan (6:32)

Written By: Ryan Kamstra

You’re on a ship
No one’s in charge
And no one here
Gets off this barge
Spanish cymbals
Coffee filter
Awful is all, Awful like
Bubbleyap bubblewrap
A rhyme, My Line
What’s my fucking Line
Bust it you gotta wrap your fuzzy
In a big green bow
No no no, Hide, Hide
You got to hide your love away
Way? (no way!)
You got to get your shit together
Your boys are ‘cross the lines
And there killing mutherfuckers
In your name, In your name
In your name
And they’ll never be the same
Your boys are across the lines
Take a note dawdling darling
They could be screwy, Screwy,
They could b screwy

Get up in my face
What’s the pool, how’s the pool
Get up in my conscience
How’s the magazine pool
Get up in my tonsils
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the scrtaiest scratch of all
A line, I need a mutherfucking line
Brothers in shanghai
MSM from Miami
Trapped in 99 utopia
Doing lyrical origami
Thought somebody loved you
Who don’t
And the auspice of the crowd
We’re reeling, We’re jeering
O good fuck they’re cheering
Balloons in my brain
Baboons in my brain
Born with wheels for legs
And kaka tan, Kaka tan
And the boys say, Hut!
And the girls say,
Shana gana shana gana shana gana
And you wanna keep real
And you gotta stay strong
And I can go it alone
With these old sad songs
But I coulda used the company
Ha, you think it’s funny
You never been broke and desperate
So you don’t know how to party

You’ve got to get your shit together
We’d be bathwater in London
Backwash in Milan
Well pony up baby, ha
We’re big in Afghanistan
You got to get your shit together

Ain’t no ground
Gonna hold you down
When that trumpet sounds
We’re big in Afghanistan (*2)

Romantic Shut In (6:32)

Written By: Ryan Kamstra

I’m a lonely,
Naughty imp
Made of winsome, Tricky tricks
And my heart’s Drawn at points
For the lump
In your throat

Romantic shut in
Soft gasp in the sticks
Well she may look like jesus
Bet she tastes like cigarettes

And I want to marry all the gold
And get wild, wild, wild, wild, wild

And I want to rock my little walk
And get wild, wild, wild, wild, wild
And I want to sing my little thing
And get wild, yeah wild
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

They call her Sissy
She’s gritty pretty
Tho she has one dainty curl
And men pursue her
Just to woo her
In apartment 39

Romantic shut in
It’d be so soft
With your skin
Like a pouffe
And her eyes
That are so green
Like the sea
Like the spring

Romantic shut in
Tale learned at a mother’s knee
The echo of the sparrows
In a magical tree

And I want to blow away these flies
And get wild, wild, wild, wild, wild
and I want to float my little boat
And get wild, wild, wild, wild, wild
I want to marry cemeteries
and get wild, yeah wild
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

I’ll walk the battlements
A high-rise in the loneliness
Microwavables for breakfast
Turn off the x-box
Work at the melancholy call center
The melancolocy-col-colly
The melancolocy-col-colly
Ask her for dinner
Her hair like handlebars
The touch of your fingers
Upon your joystick controller
And the heart goes
ZING! BOOM! Zoobie zoobie
Testify you’re mystified
At the tunnel of love

And I want to ring-a-ding-a-ding
And get wild, wild, wild, wild, wild
And I want to walk my little walk
And get wild, wild, wild, wild, wild
And I want to begin a fling and sing
Get wild, yeah wild
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

Romantic shut in
Would you like to come home
Romantic shut in
Please come on home

Dream a little dream
(x9)

Karaoke Singer (6:32)

Written By: Ryan Kamstra

Let your body die, Get up there
You been dying all your life
You been starving all your life
And your skin is like
A paperback novel
That water won’t stick to
But still you boil,
Still you’re boiling
Dare to be - Different . . .

The people without a home
You never felt at home
The people who are phoneless
You don’t know who to call
Change your mind, The world
The world won’t listen, Listen

CHORUS
Dance, Dance, Party Yodaleyehooo
Karaoke Singer
Dance, Dance, Party Yodaleyehooo
Karaoke Singer

I, I have no plans tonite
Somebody better save my soul

Freedom
Freedom and Enchantment
Everybody wanna party
Like rock stars
HEY HEY HEY HEY
Everybody wants to be like
a singer or a freedom fighter
HA HA HA HA

Putting plaid on the mannequin
They should be ashamed
(Sister carry your brother.
Tho his skin is bright.)
Anyone who ever said you don’t have to work for a joe job
Lied because they’re lame
(And Brother carry your sister.Tho her personality leaves much to be desired.)

Sign up.
Are they gonna eat your heart out
Applause.
Are you gonna make them sing
Primal Predator Boom!
With the dance track
The Right has learned to be helpless
So the Left could learn to swing

Get ‘em in a stall
Hit ‘em in the mouth
The moon is almost gone
Your life has been almost shelved
Every lover ends up
Talking to them self

CHORUS

What are we doing
after the orgy (x2)

And tho I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles and miles
And miles of flights
I have no plans tonite

Discography

1.) Don't Go To School
(2010 - Blocks Recording Club - BRC065)
1. The Swan (2:52)
2. Almost/Always (6:32) *
3. Hotel Supermart (4:47) *
4. Skank (4:32)
5. Anything CAn Be Loved (3:39)
6. The End of Poverty (5:28) *
7. Big in Afghanistan (3:28)
8. Romantic Shut-In (3:57)
9. Hardboiled Wonderland (3:44)
10. Karaoke Singer (5:01)
11. Goldfinch Gluespoo (8:16) *
12. Lovesickness (5:46)

2.) EP - King of the Animals
Independent - Jan 2012
1. Alexander McQueen *
2. Margaux
3. The Commons
4. Hot Divorcee *
5. The Heart Needs a Home (to Break in)

* Denotes tracks streaming online via website and social media sites.

Set List

Our set list changes depending on tone and set length of show. (Show will usually include a few slower songs but overall we aim for a set that will make people dance by the end.)