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Writing and singing: Steve Craig (echoroom)
Bass, piccolo bass and organ: Andrew Koplan (Drew Kopr)
Other sounds and mix: David Thomas (perceptualvortex)
As usual it's a blast working with the kickass bassist Drew Kopr. And this time I also have the honor of collaborating with echoroom. Steve's lyrics and singing really shaped what started as a simple 7 jam between me and Drew into a full on rocking song that I'm proud to have mixed.
The song art is derived from a 1917 poster by Achille Luciano Mauzan.
Excess volume recommended.
Bass, piccolo bass and organ: Andrew Koplan (Drew Kopr)
Other sounds and mix: David Thomas (perceptualvortex)
As usual it's a blast working with the kickass bassist Drew Kopr. And this time I also have the honor of collaborating with echoroom. Steve's lyrics and singing really shaped what started as a simple 7 jam between me and Drew into a full on rocking song that I'm proud to have mixed.
The song art is derived from a 1917 poster by Achille Luciano Mauzan.
Excess volume recommended.
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Lyrics
So young, so dumb
So young, so dumb
So young, so dumb
I am young and beautiful
Baby boy for a future war
Completely disposable
Che Guevara without the cause
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own
You take me from my lover’s arms
Sign me up for the big parade
I am dumb and gullible
Che Guevara for data age
Got a holiday in the sun
Tell my mama I won’t be home
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own
The revolution is postponed
You can make it on your own
Working for the government
Paying off the electorate
You can buy a mini gun
You can’t smoke a cigarette
So young, so dumb
So young, so dumb
So young, so dumb
So young, so dumb
Give me something to control
Get me out of this fucking mess
I’ll give you my bionic love
Che Guevara upon my chest
10,000 really dead
Buenos Aires a smoking hole
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own
So young, so dumb
So young, so dumb
I am young and beautiful
Baby boy for a future war
Completely disposable
Che Guevara without the cause
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own
You take me from my lover’s arms
Sign me up for the big parade
I am dumb and gullible
Che Guevara for data age
Got a holiday in the sun
Tell my mama I won’t be home
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own
The revolution is postponed
You can make it on your own
Working for the government
Paying off the electorate
You can buy a mini gun
You can’t smoke a cigarette
So young, so dumb
So young, so dumb
So young, so dumb
So young, so dumb
Give me something to control
Get me out of this fucking mess
I’ll give you my bionic love
Che Guevara upon my chest
10,000 really dead
Buenos Aires a smoking hole
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own
You can make it on your own
No, no, no
You can make it on your own






























































































Drew Kopr
Dave and Steve, all I can say is thank you; it was fantastic working this up with you guys. You both are sickly talented folks.