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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Dm A
I see the city from my roof
A# A Dm
Scrape the sky and piss the moon.
A A#
I toss a brick and hit a bottle.
A Dm A
I used to have such a fiery soul
A# A Dm
Now it's full of cigarette holes.
A A# A
But scars tell better stories.
Gm Dm
You're just copper under water
Gm
Your hope is just a dream
A
Till you mix truth and purity.
Gm Dm
What a hell of a hangover
Gm
You won't find me under ground.
A
On the rooftops I'll be found.
Dm A
Well I'll spit on your fuse
A# A Dm
And twist you out under my shoe
A A#
Yeah go ahead and knock it down, child
A
It's nothing new.
Dm A
I'll just watch the buildings burn
A# A Dm
So wake me up when you've freed the earth.
A A#
You say I've sold my values
A Dm
Yeah, but you paid for the view.
Gm Dm
You're just copper under water
Gm
Your hope is just a dream
A
Till you mix truth and purity.
Gm Dm
What a hell of a hangover
Gm
You won't find me under ground.
A
On the rooftops I'll be found.
Dm A
I see the city from my roof
A# A Dm
Like a foreign land from a family room
A A# A
Oh, how I once detested it's abuse.
Dm A
Now the lights all look like stars
A# A Dm
And there's solice from afar.
A A#
I toss a smoke and watch it tumble
A Dm
Into the whisper of passing cars.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.
Well on the rooftops lookin' down.
I see the city from my roof
A# A Dm
Scrape the sky and piss the moon.
A A#
I toss a brick and hit a bottle.
A Dm A
I used to have such a fiery soul
A# A Dm
Now it's full of cigarette holes.
A A# A
But scars tell better stories.
Gm Dm
You're just copper under water
Gm
Your hope is just a dream
A
Till you mix truth and purity.
Gm Dm
What a hell of a hangover
Gm
You won't find me under ground.
A
On the rooftops I'll be found.
Dm A
Well I'll spit on your fuse
A# A Dm
And twist you out under my shoe
A A#
Yeah go ahead and knock it down, child
A
It's nothing new.
Dm A
I'll just watch the buildings burn
A# A Dm
So wake me up when you've freed the earth.
A A#
You say I've sold my values
A Dm
Yeah, but you paid for the view.
Gm Dm
You're just copper under water
Gm
Your hope is just a dream
A
Till you mix truth and purity.
Gm Dm
What a hell of a hangover
Gm
You won't find me under ground.
A
On the rooftops I'll be found.
Dm A
I see the city from my roof
A# A Dm
Like a foreign land from a family room
A A# A
Oh, how I once detested it's abuse.
Dm A
Now the lights all look like stars
A# A Dm
And there's solice from afar.
A A#
I toss a smoke and watch it tumble
A Dm
Into the whisper of passing cars.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.
Well on the rooftops lookin' down.
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