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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bury me in analog
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So I got a stack of tapes, Got a name and maybe date,
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They're gonna be worth Something someday
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That is if I pop that song, Just about three minutes long,
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'Bout how you told me wrong Or make the outrage safe
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And if before my time I decide to take my life
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You could take these treasures And pull them up into light
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Make every song a gem, Take every one of them,
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Release a collection Of cacophonic hits
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And remix, and remaster, My disasters
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Our first-track words And never before heard
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Acoustic takes, it's yours, From the shoebox to the online store
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Bury me in analog, Pull the reels up
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Nearly burn that water log, And release it
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They bought it, you sold it
D Em
Got nothin' for everyone
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They bought it, you sold it
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Got nothin' for everyone
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And when it goes out of print, You could then re-issue it
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Trade off the publishin' rights, To the highest bid
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To a queen or king of pop, Sell revolution off,
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It's an investment, man, I can't make this stuff up
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And the brats I leave behind Will party every night
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And sleep all day 'til five, And live the trust fund life
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An they'll call the radio, Complain and curse and moan
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'Bout how everybody thinks, It's cake to live this way
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And my grave will be showered With the latest in flower power
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And the freaks will drive by my street, And cry and sing and dream
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And listen to the new CD
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Bury me in analog, Take the suit and
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You can have it auctioned off, Couple thousand
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They bought it, you sold it
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Got nothin' for everyone
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They bought it, you sold it
D Em
Got nothin' for everyone
G C Em D
Bury me in analog, Every paper
G C Em D
That I ever scribbled on, Is a treasure
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Chart-topper, best seller Yeah, it'll be yours to take
C G D Em
And buy it and sell it, It's all garbage anyway
C G D Em G
The b's and the suckers Have all gone out to play
G C G C
So I got a stack of tapes, Got a name and maybe date,
G C Em D
They're gonna be worth Something someday
G C G C
That is if I pop that song, Just about three minutes long,
G C Em D
'Bout how you told me wrong Or make the outrage safe
G C G C
And if before my time I decide to take my life
G C Em D
You could take these treasures And pull them up into light
G C G C
Make every song a gem, Take every one of them,
G C Em D
Release a collection Of cacophonic hits
C G D Em D
And remix, and remaster, My disasters
C G D Em
Our first-track words And never before heard
D C C
Acoustic takes, it's yours, From the shoebox to the online store
G C Em D
Bury me in analog, Pull the reels up
G C Em D
Nearly burn that water log, And release it
C G
They bought it, you sold it
D Em
Got nothin' for everyone
C G
They bought it, you sold it
D Em
Got nothin' for everyone
G C G C
And when it goes out of print, You could then re-issue it
G C Em D
Trade off the publishin' rights, To the highest bid
G C G C
To a queen or king of pop, Sell revolution off,
G C Em D
It's an investment, man, I can't make this stuff up
G C G C
And the brats I leave behind Will party every night
G C Em D
And sleep all day 'til five, And live the trust fund life
G C G C
An they'll call the radio, Complain and curse and moan
G C Em D
'Bout how everybody thinks, It's cake to live this way
C G D Em D
And my grave will be showered With the latest in flower power
C G D Em D
And the freaks will drive by my street, And cry and sing and dream
C C
And listen to the new CD
G C Em D
Bury me in analog, Take the suit and
G C Em D
You can have it auctioned off, Couple thousand
C G
They bought it, you sold it
D Em
Got nothin' for everyone
C G
They bought it, you sold it
D Em
Got nothin' for everyone
G C Em D
Bury me in analog, Every paper
G C Em D
That I ever scribbled on, Is a treasure
C G D Em
Chart-topper, best seller Yeah, it'll be yours to take
C G D Em
And buy it and sell it, It's all garbage anyway
C G D Em G
The b's and the suckers Have all gone out to play
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