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!
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!
Intro:
D F# Bm G x3 A
Verse1:
D Bm A D
We go down to throw rocks at the river
Bm A
Curses at the parade
G Bm A G
We're just stoning the gears of the clockworks
A D
Try to keep us from acting our age
Bm A D Bm A
We swore we'd carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
G Bm A G
But now can you believe who's a mother, and that
A (D)
so-and-so's cut of their dreads...
Chorus:
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
F# Bm G A
After all the nomads are settling down
Verse2:
D Bm A D
Used to give most the bread to her landlord
Bm A
leave the crust for the squats.
G Bm A G
Now the death weighed as we paid the bankers.
A D
Seemed to kill all the flies in one swat.
Bm A D Bm A
Hear the wedding band strike up a number. Dear they're playing our song.
G Bm A G
Hold your breath cause we're gonna go under;
A (D)
get the little ones singing along.
Chorus:
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
F# Bm G A
After all the nomads are settling down x2
Bridge:
G Bm A
No way, not to so-and-so said he'd never change
G Bm A
said he'd never grow.
G Bm
We'd stay always on a role
A G Bm A
run besides the trains past the mossy stones.
F# Bm
Now there's more hope than ever and its all fallin'
G A (play verse chords: D Bm A x2 G Bm A G A D)
down and the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown.
Verse3:
D Bm A D Bm
As the nomads are dropping their anchors. Falling
A G Bm A
into the sea. And I've stopped throwing rocks at the
G A D
river. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream. There
Bm A D Bm A
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
G Bm A G
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
A
"my children shall never be sold!"
Chorus a few times
Outro
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D (and so on)
Out of the garden we multiply. Telling
our stories. May all the old ways die.
D F# Bm G x3 A
Verse1:
D Bm A D
We go down to throw rocks at the river
Bm A
Curses at the parade
G Bm A G
We're just stoning the gears of the clockworks
A D
Try to keep us from acting our age
Bm A D Bm A
We swore we'd carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
G Bm A G
But now can you believe who's a mother, and that
A (D)
so-and-so's cut of their dreads...
Chorus:
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
F# Bm G A
After all the nomads are settling down
Verse2:
D Bm A D
Used to give most the bread to her landlord
Bm A
leave the crust for the squats.
G Bm A G
Now the death weighed as we paid the bankers.
A D
Seemed to kill all the flies in one swat.
Bm A D Bm A
Hear the wedding band strike up a number. Dear they're playing our song.
G Bm A G
Hold your breath cause we're gonna go under;
A (D)
get the little ones singing along.
Chorus:
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
F# Bm G A
After all the nomads are settling down x2
Bridge:
G Bm A
No way, not to so-and-so said he'd never change
G Bm A
said he'd never grow.
G Bm
We'd stay always on a role
A G Bm A
run besides the trains past the mossy stones.
F# Bm
Now there's more hope than ever and its all fallin'
G A (play verse chords: D Bm A x2 G Bm A G A D)
down and the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown.
Verse3:
D Bm A D Bm
As the nomads are dropping their anchors. Falling
A G Bm A
into the sea. And I've stopped throwing rocks at the
G A D
river. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream. There
Bm A D Bm A
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
G Bm A G
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
A
"my children shall never be sold!"
Chorus a few times
Outro
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D (and so on)
Out of the garden we multiply. Telling
our stories. May all the old ways die.
