Sam Friend/Andrew Vait

Sam Friend/Andrew Vait

BandRockSinger/Songwriter

Andrew Vait and Sam Friend have joined forces and voices! Having excelled as band leaders and frontmen, each gathered a devoted following in Miami, FL. After an epic musical collaboration and a move to Seattle, WA, they're currently planning a west coast tour to show all that they have learned!

Biography

The Sam Friend/Andrew Vait tour idea was hatched late in the tenor of Andrew Vait and Sam Friend's college days. Each singer/songwriter, about to graduate from the UM Frost School of Music, wanted to take their act to the road. Both young men had a loyal following, critically acclaimed recordings, and a polished live act. Each an admirer of the other, they decided to team up. And they started to write. These collaborations, both revamped versions of road-tested numbers and brand new tracks were born so naturally and compelling that the guys decided to see just how far they could go. From there, they went all the way to Seattle, Washington. Now, they are looking to pick up where they left off on the west coast. Putting their dynamic blend of musicianship and drive on in your town can only add to the equation. Trust us.

Lyrics

Only Son

Written By: Andrew Vait

Hardships met a thousand sailors
Trace their flat top hats to the tailors
The good ones fared the stock if any
Spend the loss at the cross of a white maid’s penny

Straight shot shakers won a million
Stand alone in the world again
Cross the street to the harbor
Sip the sea, losing she nothing more to be bartered

And I turn twenty years to the road
And I split forty two years ago
And I can’t change what’s left behind
But can I…

Thank my mother and father
For who could have known the wind
would blow them a son or a daughter
And with their gift from God, they did no wrong
A world away, the only way to say thank you is in a song

So thank you for being strong
And thank you for living long
And thank you for who I have become
Thank you sings an only son

The sun, the sun lays closer now
Burning mother shelters the town
Land will end where sea is beginning
Running on and on and on and on

And I turn twenty years to the road
And I split forty two years ago
And I do not change what’s left behind
But can I…

Thank my mother and father
For who could have known the wind
would blow them a son or a daughter
And with their gift from God, they did no wrong
A world away, the only way to say thank you is in a song

We write to create a living dream
Away from disillusion, this illusion clouding thoughts and dreams
We can fly, but never asking why
Never asking why we sink and die at the hands of strangers
But we’re all strangers, never looking in the eyes
Of a stranger
there is a problem with this behavior
We need a savior, we need a savior

And I (And I)
Turn 20 years to the road (Turn 20 years to the road)
And I (And I)
Split 40 two years ago (Split 40 two years ago)
And I (And I)
Cannot change what’s left behind (Cannot change what’s left behind)
But can I…

Hardship met a thousand sailors

Just Like A Dream

Written By: Andrew Vait

Oh, me
That’s not what I meant to say
But the slide is slippery
Talking like I wanted you to stay
Away
I can see
You and me riding all the way
So sorry

For breaking down
A victim of our evening battleground
And in our dreams we fly
Casually I pass you by

I lie awake, I watch a movie
About a dreamer who never seen her
And there was a scene about a dream
A dream he was closer than ever before
And it came to me
And it came to me
And it came to me
Just like a dream
Just like a dream

And it’s like a symphony
Composure’s composition on the way
Today
But catastrophe
Is never really ever, even if it isn’t very far away
And some would say

That I am bound
To write the truth and tell it to the crowd
And I will try
Stepping out of shadows, reaching for the sky
And I

Lie awake, I watch a movie
About a dreamer who never seen her
And there was a scene about a dream
A dream he was closer than ever before
And I like awake, I watch a movie
About a dreamer who never seen her
And there was a scene about a dream
A dream he was closer than ever before
And I stepped into the light, I threw on a record
I swore I had been there, and then I remembered
The dream is not over
And you came to me
And you came to me
And you came to me
Just like a dream
Just like a dream

Blue For Summer

Written By: Sam Friend

Wore that charm
Like a celebration throne
From a marathon
Could taste your dust
The trail, the distance
The thought of perseverance
Rerun after rerun until I was spinning

I'm sailing blurs on wild jokes
Drinking coffee in the early hours
Came across as a touch tone sensitive
With ringing bells filled with first impressions

We must come to our senses
Not succumb to parallel dimensions
She's my corner
She's my coroner
She's my misspelled alibi

Bury bad news
For the start of the season
Such a handsome fellowship
Where the forecast is luminous, up ahead
Where it's blue for summer

Battle sounds marching drums, you might
Have some questions, but, there's footsteps
Stick and move
Got paths to tread before these bones are buried
Will drift to shore
When the fighting's over

We must come to our senses
Not succumb to parallel dimensions
She's my corner
She's my coroner
She's my misplaced title-wave

Bury bad news
Past this spring's collection
In flexible spandex
Where the forecast is fitting, finely
It's blue this summer

Part Of The Show

Written By: Sam Friend

I've been waiting for the world to end
But it's only getting bigger
Been bending with all our strength
But we're only paper thin

Now that we're alone
You'd think there'd be no pressure
To hold our own
In getting together
In getting on with the show

I've been paying mind
To keeping touch
Been mixing with chamber music
(Dark and mysterious)
Part of the show

Let somebody know
Just what it is you've ordered
Take a tip from the delivery boy
I'll be your dinner burning on the stove

We were golden but not quite set in stone
But for a moment a tablet on our tonsils

Better let somebody go
That's going through the motions
Out of control
Part of the anti-movement
Part of the show

Now that we're alone
With our hard feelings
Lying in bed
Wishing I could put you to rest

We were golden but not quite set in stone
But for a moment a capsule that we swallowed

Better let somebody go
That's going through the motions
Out of control
Part of the anti-movement
Part of the show

Lashley but not Leashly

Written By: Sam Friend

Got one out left
A left out west
Looking forwards
Where omissions aren’t carbon
That split – in the end
I’ll be right – where we left off
A chain on your neck
And some old English

I couldn’t help
But being distracted
As I followed each step
Floating to the surface
For one last breathe
A lift from an old friend
And let’s not forget
We shook to never forget

My falling curtain
My Sunday morning
A stroke of lightning
On burning rubber
My falling curtain
My Sunday morning
It’s down to a science
That keeps us apart

Bygones are folding
The bridge of your legs
Half extended
On my stationary
A childish pipe dream
Left unsaid – that’s getting ahead
Of yourself
A balancing feat
A dance on the weekends
Some programmed machine
And an apparent musician
A balancing feat
A dance on the weekends
Some programmed machine
For the new time being

My falling curtain
My Sunday morning
A stroke of lightning
On burning rubber
My falling curtain
My Sunday morning
It’s down to a science
That keeps us in touch

Down to a science
Keeping us in touch

Won’t reach out
You’re too obvious
Like a boomerang
Like a century
You – won’t reach out
Aren’t we obvious
A pittering pattern
For the new, time, being

Discography

Sam Friend

Sam's Friends self titled EP (2002)
Sam Friend self titled EP (2006)
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Andrew Vait

The Skinny LP (2006)
Face To Face EP (2007)

Set List

Primarily originals, with interpreted covers thrown in and around.
Sets usually 45min - 2hrs