Biografía:
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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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1]
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I've traveled 'round this country
F C
From shore to shining shore
G7 C
It really made me wonder
G C
The things I heard and saw
[Verse 2]
C
I saw the weary farmer
F C
A'plowing sod and loam
G7 C
I heard the auction hammer
G C
A-knocking down their homes
[Chorus]
C
But the banks are made of marble
G C
With a guard at every door
C
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
G7 C
That the farmer sweated for
[Verse 3]
C
I saw the fisherman standing
F C
So idly by the shore
G7 C
I heard his bosses saying
G C
"Ain't got no work for you no more."
[Chorus]
C
But the banks are made of marble
G C
With a guard at every door
C
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
G C
That the fisherman sweated for
[Verse 4]
C
I saw the weary miner
F C
A'Scrubbin' coal dust from his back
G7 C
I heard his children crying
G C
Got no coal to heat the shack
[Chorus]
C
But the banks are made of marble
G C
With a guard at every door
C
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
G C
That the miner sweated for
[Verse 5]
C
I've seen my people working
F C
Throughout this mighty land
G7 C
I prayed we'd get together
G C
And together make a stand
[Chorus]
C
And we might own those banks of marble
G C
With no guard at every door
C
And we will share those vaults of silver
G C
That we have sweated for
C
I've traveled 'round this country
F C
From shore to shining shore
G7 C
It really made me wonder
G C
The things I heard and saw
[Verse 2]
C
I saw the weary farmer
F C
A'plowing sod and loam
G7 C
I heard the auction hammer
G C
A-knocking down their homes
[Chorus]
C
But the banks are made of marble
G C
With a guard at every door
C
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
G7 C
That the farmer sweated for
[Verse 3]
C
I saw the fisherman standing
F C
So idly by the shore
G7 C
I heard his bosses saying
G C
"Ain't got no work for you no more."
[Chorus]
C
But the banks are made of marble
G C
With a guard at every door
C
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
G C
That the fisherman sweated for
[Verse 4]
C
I saw the weary miner
F C
A'Scrubbin' coal dust from his back
G7 C
I heard his children crying
G C
Got no coal to heat the shack
[Chorus]
C
But the banks are made of marble
G C
With a guard at every door
C
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
G C
That the miner sweated for
[Verse 5]
C
I've seen my people working
F C
Throughout this mighty land
G7 C
I prayed we'd get together
G C
And together make a stand
[Chorus]
C
And we might own those banks of marble
G C
With no guard at every door
C
And we will share those vaults of silver
G C
That we have sweated for
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