Andre

by Sam GO

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Mason Charanza
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Mason Charanza This album absolutely blew be away. I'm not normally one to branch out and try new music, but I'm really glad I gave Andre a listen. The vocals in the songs are really amazing and the album tells a story. Sam GO is definitely one of my new favorite artists. Favorite track: Sahara.
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Ben Rosett Sam GO is AMAZING Favorite track: Gucci.
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E “Andre” tells the story of an artist turning 18 years old. Inspired by the film "My Dinner with Andre" the album’s narrative speaks of a struggle to navigate transitions, cultural identity, sexual politics, and what it means to be an artist on the threshold of adulthood. Ever the provocateur, Sam has never sounded better. His lyrics are brutally honest, humorous, sacrilegious, vulger, occasionally a little offensive... colored by so many shades of truth...and never pedestrian. I love this album. Favorite track: Sahara.
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about

This is my solo debut album. I recorded it from December 2013 to October 2014. It's pretty good. Definitely not for everyone, but I like it. You should give it a listen.

credits

released November 9, 2014

All songs written, recorded, and produced by Sam GO.
Sam GO performed: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards, percussion, programming, saxophone, and bad trumpet.

Guests on this record:

Katy Ohsiek- vocals and dialogue
Emma Griffin-Ortiz- vocals, dialogue, and co-production on "Sink or Swim"
Sophia Griffin-Ortiz- vocals, dialogue
Hope Griffin-Ortiz- vocals, dialogue
Ernest Griffin-Ortiz- vocals, dialogue
Connie Ortiz- vocals, dialogue
Steve Ortiz- dialogue
Philip de Lormier- trombone
Lizzy Stanton- trumpet
Jonathan "JV" Vu- violin

Cover design by Allison Wheeler
Mastered by Channel Fuse Media
All sound effects taken from freesfx.com

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Sam GO Portland, Oregon

I'm from Salinas/Monterey, California, currently residing in Portland, Oregon. Feel free to contact me for any gigs you think I'd be right for. I'm down, as long as you don't pay me in eggs or something.

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Track Name: Sahara
I told my mother that I need to just get out of here.

I told my mother that I want to take a gap year
Cuz I'm tired of same routine each day
That dresses me and drives me and even shaves my face
I heard in passing that all evil men are selfish
And I think it would be selfless to go help out
Some photogenic orphans in towns I can’t pronounce

Like a middle class white kid on Latino scholarship
Who wants to be Andre Gregory
A middle class white kid on Latino scholarship
Who wants to flee his country

Sahara
A little bit of ancient sand could change your life
Sahara
I could crave any third world, but tonight it’s Sahara

I tell myself I need to get out of Salinas
So you’ll always find me driving to Monterey
In a Mexicali cardi that screams “look at my face”
So all my life I see I’ve been a little selfish
As I look back to my punk phase, Simple Plan
My photogenic interests will eat the sand in the Sahara

Sahara
A little bit of ancient sand could change your life
Sahara
I could crave any third world, but tonight it’s Sahara

Like a middle class white kid on Latino scholarship
Who wants
A middle class white kids on Latino scholarships
With a crush on leaving his country to eat sand in the Sahara

We all come from Africa
I read that somewhere
We all come from Africa

I wanna be like Andre and eat the sand. Get a zen. But the Sahara desert is harsh and expensive, so I’ve chosen to take my gap year by the beachside in Lima, Peru. It was the cheapest option.

Lima, Lima
A little bit of ancient sand and lots of wine
Lima, Lima
I could be the founder of a holy line in Lima or Sahara
Track Name: Coffee is Drugs
Tame tame tame tame
Don’t swerve too far
Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam
Treat it like it’s your own car

But I’m gonna have a loving heart attack yea
Aaaaaaaah
I need to take a loving nap bwah

It tell you don’t do drugs
But coffee is drugs
Now tell me, what do you say about that?
What do you say about that clap clap
Don’t do drugs
But coffee but coffee is drugs
What do you say about that a a a a about that

Time time time time
Is all it weigh
It gave you life
Now you owe the earth your day
Unless you have a loving heart attack
Aaaaaah
I almost hit a kid

hook
I’m gonna have a loving heart attack.

Kill kill kill kill
Kill yourself
Down that venti and drive into the sea
At least you won’t die of a heart attack
Release is better than fucking nap bwah

ho(hol’ up)ok
Track Name: Scared
My father, my father
Built the house I sleep in
My father, my father
Hangs over my head
This record, this record
Is all that he left me
Do I spin it, or beat it, or shred it, or just re-gift?

My father, my father
Only knew the real world
My father, my father
Lives on in the crows that stare at me from a distance. They just stare, as
I do my own laundry
Make my own bed
And away I go
My father, my father
Sped me out the door today, my god, my god
My father, my father
Shakes me from the grave
I do my own laundry
I start real life tomorrow
So away I go

Gonna spin this record, gonna beat this record, gonna shred this record, gonna regift
As my ancestors weigh me down and shake my body
I give up, forget it, let’s party



I’m scared
I’m scared
I’m scared
(I’m sounding like another record) X2

I’m scared
(of my fathers)
I’m scared
(of my fathers)
I’m scared
Start real life tomorrow X2

What will it read on my degree?
What is noble in a record?
Track Name: Gucci
Gucci on my mind, and fabric in my brain
I'm up late
Up late

Something to live for!
Got a Phi Beta Kappa spot
Never thought I’d get in
The thought has kept me up a lot
Synapses come and go
Of bags of books and bags of pot
...something to live for
And something to open up my brain

My fabric came alive
With every pair of clothes I bought
In preparation
For the grave Phi Beta Kappa spot
I’ll sleep when I get tired
Of trying on these precious ties
Something to get the bitches
Something to bring out my…

Gucci on my mind and fabric in my brain
I'm up late
Up late

Rolex rolls the credit hours
Man, look at all the time I got
Something to live for
Got bags of book and bags of pot
I’m gonna read them all
In one night, like I have test
I’ll never sleep an hour
Cuz sleep is the cousin of death

Gucci on my mind, the fabric in my brain
I’m up late
Up late
Graduation was like waking from a dream
Up late
Too late
Track Name: Sink or Swim
Remember that time we hiked to the beach
And I gaped at the real estate?
I felt the grind of expectation
As those hollow buildings dwarfed the ocean.
But I was wearing those fancy loafers
The ones I bought after getting fired
When you suggested I swim to clear my head
I said, "This isn't really beach attire.”

I could not swim with a suit on
And it’s a burden to be naked

I know I need to be zen and healthy
We're only looking at grotesque wealth.
But I check the Forbes list more often than my own bank account.
Because in the game, it’s...

Sink or swim, sink or swim
I could not have learned to swim without you

I didn’t want to ruin that suit
Still had a fresh joint in the pocket
When you pushed me in, it all dissolved. I almost drowned.
Soaked and naked and glowing
A baby Buddha podgy
From all
Of what must have been pathetic
Just a simple child urgently savoring the moment.
I wanted out, so I swam.

Sink or swim, sink or swim
I could not have learned to swim without you
It's hard to swim with a suit on
And I still have trouble holding my breath
Track Name: Helpless
The tumbling car
Was so surreal as it neared them
They didn't know it was an act of God
A waste of a new paint job

The accident
Killed both the mother and father
Leaving behind an ark of four kids
Including my grandma, who raised the rest of them

"Are we helpless? Are we freaks of nature?
Aren’t we good kids?
What do we do, what do we do?"

She had kids
Taught them American morals like “help out” and “don't get lit”
We’re Mexican; we gotta do shit

She works eight hour shifts (still)
And I can feel the dismissal when I tell her I'm eighteen now
She built a family, we have the same brow
She built it all, and gave me her car

Are we helpless? Are we sums of nature?
Aren’t we good kids?
What do we do? What do we do?

My parents
Taught me American morals and helped out when I got lit and couldn’t drive
“Give him a ride. He’s a good kid, he just tried the shit.”

What did you do, what did you do? X3
What do I, what do I do?

I know myself
And I can feel the dismissal when I see I'm 18 now
But fuck it all, I have a car

Are we helpless?
Are we freaks of nature?
Aren’t we good kids?
What do we do? What do we do?
Track Name: Northridge Mall Jingle
BE A STAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DO U WANNA B A TEEN STAR
DO U WANNA C THE CITY STREETS
DO U WANNA COME N SIIIIIING
DO U WANNA B A TEEN STAR
Track Name: Helpers
If you could drive straight
A stray with no brakes
You'd reach the ocean

My cousin got coked up one night
And swerved into the sea
Barely made it out alive

Come in and help
In this mess of tethers
We love ourselves
This family sticks together

He did imperfect, holy lines
That numbed his sense of time

He was the star kid, the first in the family
To break out of Salinas and to go to college
He was American, the last to admit it
He built himself outside of Salinas and went to college
“You really test our love, but you can sleep at our house if you’d like.”

My cousin got coked up one night
But he found a safety line

"You have a home
In this mess of tethers
You’re not alone
This family sticks together
Come in and help
In this mess of tethers
We love ourselves
This family sticks together”

He lives in Salinas
He broke out and came back
“Mexican white kids always come back.”
He says that if he built himself, he’ll end it
“Drain out your blood, you’re still a lazy American.”
He tells me, "Sam, you're gonna be the star kid."
He talks as if he’s reading lines
That numb my sense of time

If blood's a perfect, holy line
Then who the hell am I?

I can’t be helping
I won’t be helping
Track Name: Receptor
I’d love to fuck, but I’d feel guilty wasting time.
I should be getting home
To lie against my bed frame and just contemplate
How you’ve helped me grow.
Those tiny muscles in your face can beg me.
But is there blood under your skin?
I know I can brood and still be a dick, but that's just fine.
That's the mold I aim to fit.

Oh, just let yourself go
And be a receptor

I’d love to fuck, and I’d feel guilty wasting time
To touch while drunk and lit
So could I lie against the bed frame like a monolith?
Some Stanley Kubrick shit?
And those tiny muscles in your face (pequeño!) dirían “pleasure”
I could never reach escape (nor could I flee the states)
If you seduced me with your face

So if we stay in here to beat out tribal rhythms on floor
You must seduce me with a mudra that will somehow connect me
To that giant orb of skylight always spinning, burning up.
You always say none of my fantasies are physical enough.

Oh, just let yourself go
And be a receptor

So if we stay in here to beat out tribal rhythms on floor
You must seduce me with a mudra that will somehow connect me
To that plastic, dusty skylight that had loomed over our heads
All in the room where we first did it.

-KATY: Oh my god, that is so pretentious.
SAM: What?
KATY: He freaking ate sand!
SAM: Isn’t that beautiful?
KATY: Beautiful? He’s just spending all of his extra money on a painfully artsy mid-life crisis.
SAM: Have some imagination. I mean, it’s just a movie.
KATY: This just makes him look condescendingly spiritual.

I wanna mean more than what you mean to me.
I wanna mean more than.

“Oh, just let yourself go.”

I know that my family loves you, but I don't care.
Everything is a phase.
So years from now, they'll ask me "why did you let her go?"
And I’ll say, “you can’t contain the Star Kid. “

Oh, just let yourself go and be a receptor
Track Name: Trópico de Sam GO
Un año después de escuela viví en Perú
Ya no sé por qué
Escuchaba a Café Tacuba cada día
Aunque son Mexicanos.
(Escuchaba Café Tacuba X3)
Those tiny pigments in my face meant less than nothing
(Y compré todas sus camisas)
No Inca-Kola or desert sprawl could seduce me.
Who knew Lima was so far from Machu Picchu?

“Cómo es que te vas, Sam GO,
De América, si todavía hay mucha familia a quien le importas.”
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know,
Is there grammar in the fabric?
Is God in the tongue that speaks and eats you out?
Do I need a reason to leave?
Are you happy singing in a language you don’t own?
Your words can’t seduce me
But I’m perfectly happy jerking off alone.
Track Name: hey Tyger wats ur flav ;)
Tell me that I taste like Jesus.
What’s your flavor?
Tell me that’s your flavor

I’m a generous man
And I got a soul
If you suck me off
We can eat out tonight.
Imma spend so much
Treat you like actress
Only drink the wine
From a true vine

You've been growing on me
Like my taste for wine
It taste immortal when we dine

What’s your flavor?
Tell me that’s your flavor X3
Tell me that I taste like Jesus

Drink this wine
Eat the bread of my body
Like I’m a generous man
With everlasting soul.
So if I eat you out
Could we make a baby?
May our ephemeral choices
Have everlasting soul
And crawl inside you
When you’re hazy from the wine
Come extend the holy line.

So what’s your flavor?
Tell me that’s your flavor X3
Tell me that I taste like Jesus

I could never give that to you
Endless love nor distant plans
Sorry baby, but I’m helpless
And parched from all the sand

But I could swear it tastes like Jesus
Tell me that it tastes like Jesus
Tell me that I taste like Jesus
Crawl you when you’re hazy from the wine
Bitch, come take my holy line