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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Come neighbor get ready to
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dance for your bread
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My son I was once where you stand
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There's a beast with insatiable hunger
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It's minions need crafters and
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skilled working hands
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Needs a fortress high in the hilltops
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And we are the great chosen crew
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But I am a lowly carpenter so
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what have I power to do
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Oh misery Call us to rise up at dawn
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To turn whey as fast as we can
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We may be the mortar that cradles the brick
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But i am just one grain of sand
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And don't tell me of tossing the wrenches
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It only brings pleasure and pain
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And we are all lowly carpenters so
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Where we're taken is where we remain
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And the master shall govern
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with unbroken backs
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Look down from the top of the hill
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You could cry through the night
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just as much as you like
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There will always be towers to build
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I could've been more than some stone-dragging vessel
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I could be more than their
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wood-cutting slave
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But we are all lowly carpenters so
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what have we power to change
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And if you can't take no more
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then get out of the way
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For we've got a day to get through
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We wire their castles
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their prisons and banks
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Know their mansions from cellar to roof
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We've got hammers and wrenches and chisels
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We could destroy any great wall
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we come to
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But I am a lowly carpenter so
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what have i power to do
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