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!
What Reason Have They to Dance?
It's technically an Orphans tune but I figure more people will see it here.
Let me know if I messed some stuff up.
Rest in Power Erik
[Verse 1]
G
Today in a village of famine,
D
A feast was had by all
So stop all the presses
C D
and listen for the riots and brawls
G
But no rifles were aimed at comrades,
C
Only at our fascist lords
D
There were ghosts of
Winstanley’s farmers
C
When they were wielding
D
Ploughs not swords
[Chorus]
G C
What reason have they to dance
And to sing?
D
Their pockets are all empty,
C D
They've no stewards, queens or kings
G
No bosses, laws or order
C
Marching armies must we bring
D
To give them all a reason
C
Now to dance
D
And to sing!
[Verse 2]
G
Hush scholar of history,
D
Do not write a word
D
We'll make repetition out of precedents,
C D
See that this dream goes deferred
G
Tell of insatiable greed within us
C
And how the rebellion didn't work
D
So in a hundred years it's forgotten
C D
Shift the tale and shift the worth
[Chorus]
G C
What reason have they to dance and to sing?
D
Their pockets are all empty,
C D
They've no stewards, queens or kings
G
No bosses, laws or order
C
Marching armies must we bring
D
To give them all a reason
C D
Now to dance and to sing!
[Instrumental]
D C B A G
???
[Verse 3]
G
Where the women took up arms
C
To kill the fascists to protect life
D
Where the food was freed at last
C D
For all the people's fork and knife
[Chorus]
G C
'Tis the reason they have to dance and to sing
D
Their pockets are all empty,
C D
They've no stewards, queens or kings
G
No bosses, laws or order,
C D
Everyone has everything
D
Each day gives them a reason now
C D C B A G
To dance and to sing!
It's technically an Orphans tune but I figure more people will see it here.
Let me know if I messed some stuff up.
Rest in Power Erik
[Verse 1]
G
Today in a village of famine,
D
A feast was had by all
So stop all the presses
C D
and listen for the riots and brawls
G
But no rifles were aimed at comrades,
C
Only at our fascist lords
D
There were ghosts of
Winstanley’s farmers
C
When they were wielding
D
Ploughs not swords
[Chorus]
G C
What reason have they to dance
And to sing?
D
Their pockets are all empty,
C D
They've no stewards, queens or kings
G
No bosses, laws or order
C
Marching armies must we bring
D
To give them all a reason
C
Now to dance
D
And to sing!
[Verse 2]
G
Hush scholar of history,
D
Do not write a word
D
We'll make repetition out of precedents,
C D
See that this dream goes deferred
G
Tell of insatiable greed within us
C
And how the rebellion didn't work
D
So in a hundred years it's forgotten
C D
Shift the tale and shift the worth
[Chorus]
G C
What reason have they to dance and to sing?
D
Their pockets are all empty,
C D
They've no stewards, queens or kings
G
No bosses, laws or order
C
Marching armies must we bring
D
To give them all a reason
C D
Now to dance and to sing!
[Instrumental]
D C B A G
???
[Verse 3]
G
Where the women took up arms
C
To kill the fascists to protect life
D
Where the food was freed at last
C D
For all the people's fork and knife
[Chorus]
G C
'Tis the reason they have to dance and to sing
D
Their pockets are all empty,
C D
They've no stewards, queens or kings
G
No bosses, laws or order,
C D
Everyone has everything
D
Each day gives them a reason now
C D C B A G
To dance and to sing!
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