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!
Mischief Brew – Old Tyme Mem’ry
[Intro]
D G Bm A G A G A x2
[Verse 1]
D G Bm
When father bought the farm, we sold the farm
A G
Mistook his blood for rustic charm
A G A
Sold his ghost as an antique to the city
D G Bm A G
Kids today can’t hold a spade, rest in peace your weary trade
A G A
In this world there is no place, such a pity
D G Bm
The barman shakes his head and fills my glass
A G
Says we’re living in the past
A G A
Why preserve a dying craft and it’s misery?
D G Bm
I sigh and say “another modern man,
A G
One of property, not land”
A G A
So I hold out this battered hand, will you listen?
[Chorus]
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
G Bm A G A G A
[Verse 2]
D G Bm
So you’ve got a new stove in your second home
A G
Runs on gas but looks like oak
A G A
Hell, it even gives off smoke and glowing embers
D G Bm
There’s a quilt hung on the wall reads ‘Home Sweet Home’
A G
Below some wise word from Thoreau
A G A
And they call me ‘throwback’ when I cry “Remember!”
[Chorus]
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
G Bm A G A G A
[Verse 3]
D G Bm
And son these tools are artifacts
A G
Endangered species left its tracks
A G A
Lock me up behind plastic glass in the city
D G Bm
‘Cos there’s no going back for me
A G
This antique rustic’s eulogy
A G A
Shall be sold as folk artistry, such a pity...
D G Bm
But I’ll never understand
A G
Why they all only use those hands
A G A
To build a stead that will always stand in old time country
D G Bm
But settle for white rooms and hollow doors
A G
Paper ceilings, padded floors
A G A
Luxury boxes where you’re stored in what was country.
[Chorus]
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D G
Another round, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
G Bm A G A G A
D
[Intro]
D G Bm A G A G A x2
[Verse 1]
D G Bm
When father bought the farm, we sold the farm
A G
Mistook his blood for rustic charm
A G A
Sold his ghost as an antique to the city
D G Bm A G
Kids today can’t hold a spade, rest in peace your weary trade
A G A
In this world there is no place, such a pity
D G Bm
The barman shakes his head and fills my glass
A G
Says we’re living in the past
A G A
Why preserve a dying craft and it’s misery?
D G Bm
I sigh and say “another modern man,
A G
One of property, not land”
A G A
So I hold out this battered hand, will you listen?
[Chorus]
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
G Bm A G A G A
[Verse 2]
D G Bm
So you’ve got a new stove in your second home
A G
Runs on gas but looks like oak
A G A
Hell, it even gives off smoke and glowing embers
D G Bm
There’s a quilt hung on the wall reads ‘Home Sweet Home’
A G
Below some wise word from Thoreau
A G A
And they call me ‘throwback’ when I cry “Remember!”
[Chorus]
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
G Bm A G A G A
[Verse 3]
D G Bm
And son these tools are artifacts
A G
Endangered species left its tracks
A G A
Lock me up behind plastic glass in the city
D G Bm
‘Cos there’s no going back for me
A G
This antique rustic’s eulogy
A G A
Shall be sold as folk artistry, such a pity...
D G Bm
But I’ll never understand
A G
Why they all only use those hands
A G A
To build a stead that will always stand in old time country
D G Bm
But settle for white rooms and hollow doors
A G
Paper ceilings, padded floors
A G A
Luxury boxes where you’re stored in what was country.
[Chorus]
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D G
Another round, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
G Bm A G A G A
D
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