Biography:
Mischief Brew was an anarchist folk-punk band. A wicked concoction by Erik Petersen – a musical feast falling somewhere between the categories of pirate punk, Celtic folk, gypsy swing, devilish jazz, American olde-tyme and country. It’s good music to stomp, kick, pogo, jitterbug, waltz, drink, twist and shout to – whether the performance is solo acoustic or with a backing band of accordion, drums, and mandolin.
Erik started making music at a young age
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Other songs:
- Coffee God And Cigarettes
- Lowly Carpenter
- A Liquor Never Brewed
- A Peasants Rebellion
- A Rebels Romance
- Aint It The Life
- All Our Comrades
- An Open Letter To The North American Continent
- Banks Of Marble
- Bury Me In Analog
- Buskers Wages
- Carried Away
- Departure Arrival
- Devil Of A Time
- Dirty Pennies
- Every Town Will Celebrate
- Fight Dirty
- Free Radical Radio Fever
- From The Rooftops
- Gratitude And Thanks
- Jobs In Steel Town
- Labor Day Massacre
- Liberty Unmasked
- Nevada City Serenade
- Nomads Revolt
- O Pennsyltucky
- Oh Sweet Misery
- Old Tyme Memry
- On The Sly
- Paris Warlike
- Punx Win
- Ramblers Ghost
- Roll Me Through The Gates Of Hell
- Save A City
- Slow Death Hymn
- Smash Potwatching
- Stuffs Weird
- The Ballad Of The Cloth
- The Barrel
- The Drunk Of Three Nights
- The Midnight Special
- The Reinvention Of The Printing Press
- Watching Scotty Die
- Weapons
- What Reason Have They To Dance
- When It Rains
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[Verse 1]
Gm
"Fight dirty, "
Gm
That's what he said
Gm Gm
After 7 pints of beer and 30 cigarettes.
Cm
Cue ball corner pocket
Cm
Blue chalk on his chin
Gm
A lonesome bullseye
In a sky of dents
Eb7
Gotta throw them a curveball
D7
A swing and a miss
[Verse 2]
Gm
Play nicely
Gm
That's what they taught to me
Gm Gm
Said share-fairing good sports will do the same
Cm
But the more that I sweat, the more that I bleed
Gm
While the hotshot on top loses count of his beans
Eb7 D7 Gm
He highlit & backspaced my father's factory
[Chorus]
Cm Gm
'Cause as far back as I can remember
D7 Gm
The ballfield was never that level or even
Cm
The wind in the tides
Gm
The sand in our eyes
D7
So if we're to rise
Eb7 D7
Gotta stand on each others backs
Gm
And fight dirty.
[Verse 3]
Gm
No more fooling around for me
Gm Gm
With permits and escorts and picnics for peace
Cm
There's a top to take back like a bus seat to keep
Gm
Time to put down your dukes
Scratch, bite, kick and scream!
Eb7 D7
I just wanna see the schoolyard bullies cry and bleed.
[Solo thing]
Gm Eb7 D7
Gm Eb7 D7
Gm Eb7 D7
Gm Eb7 D7
[Verse 4]
Gm
Fight dirty
Gm
Hit below the waist
Gm
That's how it's done to us
Gm
Behind closed doors each day
Cm
Rules they don't follow,
Treaties they snap
Gm
With a shake and a putt
And the raise of a glass
Eb7
You fixed the game?
D7 Gm
I'll cheat if I must to take it back.
D7
Take it back!
[Another solo thing, improvise]
Cm Gm D7 Gm
Cm Gm D7 Gm
Cm Gm D7 Gm
Cm Gm D7 Gm
[Verse 5]
Gm
So I shrug, take a shot
Gm
He says, "You disagree?"
Gm
Well go on with the same old
Gm
And beg of the thieves
Cm
That your job will be saved
Your prisoners freed
Gm
That they'll stop starving millions
And cure all the disease
Ebm
See me, I'm the spanner,
D7 Gm
And they've always got desks to clean
[Chorus]
Cm Gm
'Cause as far back as I can remember
D7 Gm
The ballfield was never that level or even
Cm
The wind in the tides
Gm
The sand in our eyes
D7
So if we're to rise
Eb7 D7
Gotta stand on each others backs
D Eb7 D7
Gotta beat them at their own game
D Eb7 D7
Throw the tear gas right back in their face
Gm Eb7 D7
and fight dirty!
Gm Eb7 D7
Fight dirty
Gm Eb7 D7
Fight dirty
Gm Eb7 D7
Fight dirty
Gm
Yeah!
Gm
"Fight dirty, "
Gm
That's what he said
Gm Gm
After 7 pints of beer and 30 cigarettes.
Cm
Cue ball corner pocket
Cm
Blue chalk on his chin
Gm
A lonesome bullseye
In a sky of dents
Eb7
Gotta throw them a curveball
D7
A swing and a miss
[Verse 2]
Gm
Play nicely
Gm
That's what they taught to me
Gm Gm
Said share-fairing good sports will do the same
Cm
But the more that I sweat, the more that I bleed
Gm
While the hotshot on top loses count of his beans
Eb7 D7 Gm
He highlit & backspaced my father's factory
[Chorus]
Cm Gm
'Cause as far back as I can remember
D7 Gm
The ballfield was never that level or even
Cm
The wind in the tides
Gm
The sand in our eyes
D7
So if we're to rise
Eb7 D7
Gotta stand on each others backs
Gm
And fight dirty.
[Verse 3]
Gm
No more fooling around for me
Gm Gm
With permits and escorts and picnics for peace
Cm
There's a top to take back like a bus seat to keep
Gm
Time to put down your dukes
Scratch, bite, kick and scream!
Eb7 D7
I just wanna see the schoolyard bullies cry and bleed.
[Solo thing]
Gm Eb7 D7
Gm Eb7 D7
Gm Eb7 D7
Gm Eb7 D7
[Verse 4]
Gm
Fight dirty
Gm
Hit below the waist
Gm
That's how it's done to us
Gm
Behind closed doors each day
Cm
Rules they don't follow,
Treaties they snap
Gm
With a shake and a putt
And the raise of a glass
Eb7
You fixed the game?
D7 Gm
I'll cheat if I must to take it back.
D7
Take it back!
[Another solo thing, improvise]
Cm Gm D7 Gm
Cm Gm D7 Gm
Cm Gm D7 Gm
Cm Gm D7 Gm
[Verse 5]
Gm
So I shrug, take a shot
Gm
He says, "You disagree?"
Gm
Well go on with the same old
Gm
And beg of the thieves
Cm
That your job will be saved
Your prisoners freed
Gm
That they'll stop starving millions
And cure all the disease
Ebm
See me, I'm the spanner,
D7 Gm
And they've always got desks to clean
[Chorus]
Cm Gm
'Cause as far back as I can remember
D7 Gm
The ballfield was never that level or even
Cm
The wind in the tides
Gm
The sand in our eyes
D7
So if we're to rise
Eb7 D7
Gotta stand on each others backs
D Eb7 D7
Gotta beat them at their own game
D Eb7 D7
Throw the tear gas right back in their face
Gm Eb7 D7
and fight dirty!
Gm Eb7 D7
Fight dirty
Gm Eb7 D7
Fight dirty
Gm Eb7 D7
Fight dirty
Gm
Yeah!
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