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
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
An Open Letter To The North American Continent
[Intro]
E E A B
E E A B
[Verse 1]
E B C#m
Continental, make a better man of me
C#m A
You sold the words, put us in herds
B E
But that'll never set us free
B
My dreams, collecting dust, break down
C#m
Like the faith I never found
A
And you never helped me up
B E*
But you always let me down
(I'm going to call this E*)
e|----------------------------|
B|-5-5-5-x-4-4-x-5-5-5-5-5----|
G|-4-4-4-x-4-4-x-4-4-4-4-4--4-|
D|-2-2-2-x-2-2-x-2-2-2-2-2--4-|
A|-2-2-2-x-2-2-x-2-2-2-2-2--2-|
E|----------------------------|
A B E*
We're supposed to delight in your will
A B E
While you're stalking your prey
B A
Some sort of spit-shine salvation
B E
That'll never see the light of day
E A B
E E A E
[Verse 2]
C#m
Some friends went to jail
A
Some finally came clean
E
But you slept in sandcastles
B
And woke up in between
A B
And clarity came in the spring
A B
With salvation waiting in the wings
E
Guesswork and 80 miles
B
You sought sainthood in the ceiling tiles
C#m A E
While the messenger was shooting up downstairs
E
But who cares what they said?
B
You contemplated being dead
C#m
But decided against it
A B
After hard drugs and religion
C#m A
An aluminum empire that you built with both hands
E B
An upside-down cross and a line in the sand
A B E
And I still haven't written the rest of the words
E A B
E A B
E- E-
[Intro]
E E A B
E E A B
[Verse 1]
E B C#m
Continental, make a better man of me
C#m A
You sold the words, put us in herds
B E
But that'll never set us free
B
My dreams, collecting dust, break down
C#m
Like the faith I never found
A
And you never helped me up
B E*
But you always let me down
(I'm going to call this E*)
e|----------------------------|
B|-5-5-5-x-4-4-x-5-5-5-5-5----|
G|-4-4-4-x-4-4-x-4-4-4-4-4--4-|
D|-2-2-2-x-2-2-x-2-2-2-2-2--4-|
A|-2-2-2-x-2-2-x-2-2-2-2-2--2-|
E|----------------------------|
A B E*
We're supposed to delight in your will
A B E
While you're stalking your prey
B A
Some sort of spit-shine salvation
B E
That'll never see the light of day
E A B
E E A E
[Verse 2]
C#m
Some friends went to jail
A
Some finally came clean
E
But you slept in sandcastles
B
And woke up in between
A B
And clarity came in the spring
A B
With salvation waiting in the wings
E
Guesswork and 80 miles
B
You sought sainthood in the ceiling tiles
C#m A E
While the messenger was shooting up downstairs
E
But who cares what they said?
B
You contemplated being dead
C#m
But decided against it
A B
After hard drugs and religion
C#m A
An aluminum empire that you built with both hands
E B
An upside-down cross and a line in the sand
A B E
And I still haven't written the rest of the words
E A B
E A B
E- E-
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