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by Sing Bandana Singh

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released March 14, 2011

from Sing Bandana Singh,
Song written by Bandana Singh
Produced by Vikas Kohli at Fat Labs, Mississauga

Except for Bitter Love Song produced by Matt Speirs and Matt Matteer and recorded at Basement Studios.

Guitars and Vocals - Bandana Singh
Bass - Josh Katz
Drums - Jason Goldlist

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Sing Bandana Singh Toronto, Ontario

Sing Bandana Singh is a Toronto based an alt/rock female fronted project influenced by punk, grunge and North Indian Classical musics.

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Track Name: Spinning Records
Let’s go for a ride downtown;
I will show you...

All the places I have grown
And some places I have yet to learn
How they’ve made me.

I see the Spinning Records
They taunt me as I try to
Go about my business…

And 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 in the subway
I am crying on the streetcar

Another one let me down.

I caught my reflection in the
Window of the subway train.
See these dark circles nervous twitches -
All markers of my early aging.

There are lines inked into my skin.
Not from the passing of years
But the stress of living here.

Never sleeping, always questioning
How are we living?
As I’m breathing in
The exhaust of our industry.

There are men praying on the 100
There are girls singing in the subway
I am crying on the streetcar
Another one let me down.

From my living room
The sun and planes go down
The sky she puts on
A black toxic sequin gown.
Track Name: All Chords
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 being redrawn
No longer resembling
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…
Track Name: Bitter Love Song
I need a bitter love song from you.
I need to see the hurt I put you through.
I don't think that there's any
Problem in a melody
Melody dedicated to
To the bitch I was.

I need a bitter love song from you.

If I don't get my bitter love song, I will be, very upset.
It will mean I didn't put you through all the things I said I would...

...That's why I need a bitter love song from you.

I need a bitter love song from you.
I need to hear the agony coming through.
I don't think there's any other way
For your hurt to be displaced.

If I don't get my bitter love song, I will be ever so sad,
It will mean that once again, that once I again, that I've been had...

...That's why I need a bitter love song from you.

You.

I need a bitter love song. From you.
Track Name: Carrying Wounds
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
There is nothing left here but questions

We are wounded hearts and wounded minds
We are wounded spirits to leave behind
There are now only questions for who to answer?

I’d like 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
There are no questions here of innocence

We now share wounded hearts and wounded minds
We now share wounded spirits to leave behind
We now share questions for us to answer

Carrying wounds
Yours and mine
This hurt has touched me
And it won’t let go.
Track Name: Saddest (Featuring Kiran Morarji)
Empty room
no mirrors or chairs,
standing alone
you are barely there.

Warmth is fleeting in a sleep you so long,
so deserve.

The stain of Her is irreversible.

What are you to do?

The days are short
the nights are much too long
you try to keep your head up high
as they try to break you
down.

you’re drowning in the flood of Her memory.

What are you to do?

These walls that keep you here, are they your own?
Is there joy in subservience when the master is gone?
All of the things you gave up and away just to belong
to belong to
All of the things you gave away just to belong
To belong to
Her

The tempest slows
calm surrounds your storm.
the pull of Her darkness is where
stars go to die, where suns implode

you are dimming. There is only silence in your universe

What are you to do?