Biografia:
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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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Intro:
G D G C
C D C D
G D G C
C G D G
G D G C
Brother, you know we're all in this alone,
C G D D
Take what you can get, break all but your bones
G D G C
And when they finally ask you "well, what have you done?"
C G D G
Say "life is a game and I've won, yes I've won.
C D G
Say "life is a game and I've won!"
G D
G D G C
You gave the asphalt a heave and then looked back at me,
C G D D
Said "that is a word from the wise ones indeed"
G D G C
When you've been here this long, one day you belong
C G D G
One day you wake up and forget what seemed wrong.
G D G D
And the first day of May, well it quietly passed by,
G C D
And the bosses still reign five to nine.
G D G C
And you curse when I say words like "living" and "wage"
C G D G
You say "I made my house outta mud, so should they.
G D G
Now the ball field is level, let's play!"
G D G C
I think of the bullets, the blood, and the rage
C G D D
That went in there to stir up the eight hour day
G D G C
Seems the masters have found themselves new rats to cage
C D G
And the price for a union is great
G D G C
Well they gave her a raise so they raised up her rent
C G D D
She says "I'll never burst from this box that I'm in!"
G D G C
But she's too scared to talk, to step off the sidewalk,
C G D G
So she shrugs it all off as the luck of the draw
G D G C
And the labor you cry that's been robbed from your kind
C D
With dirt on your hands and sweat in your eyes
G D G-
If the fortunate son really wants to eat dust,
C G. D
Well I'm sure there's a good chance he'll be hired
G C G C D
There's a million stories of the crimes left to rot
G C G C D
But I never will raise as long as I sleep on the job
G D G C
Oh yeah, you say "brother, you know, we're all in this alone
C G D D
Take what you can get, break all but your bones
G D G C
And when they finally ask us well what have you done?"
C D G
Say "life is a game and I'm done!"
G D G C
C D C D
G D G C
C G D G
G D G C
Brother, you know we're all in this alone,
C G D D
Take what you can get, break all but your bones
G D G C
And when they finally ask you "well, what have you done?"
C G D G
Say "life is a game and I've won, yes I've won.
C D G
Say "life is a game and I've won!"
G D
G D G C
You gave the asphalt a heave and then looked back at me,
C G D D
Said "that is a word from the wise ones indeed"
G D G C
When you've been here this long, one day you belong
C G D G
One day you wake up and forget what seemed wrong.
G D G D
And the first day of May, well it quietly passed by,
G C D
And the bosses still reign five to nine.
G D G C
And you curse when I say words like "living" and "wage"
C G D G
You say "I made my house outta mud, so should they.
G D G
Now the ball field is level, let's play!"
G D G C
I think of the bullets, the blood, and the rage
C G D D
That went in there to stir up the eight hour day
G D G C
Seems the masters have found themselves new rats to cage
C D G
And the price for a union is great
G D G C
Well they gave her a raise so they raised up her rent
C G D D
She says "I'll never burst from this box that I'm in!"
G D G C
But she's too scared to talk, to step off the sidewalk,
C G D G
So she shrugs it all off as the luck of the draw
G D G C
And the labor you cry that's been robbed from your kind
C D
With dirt on your hands and sweat in your eyes
G D G-
If the fortunate son really wants to eat dust,
C G. D
Well I'm sure there's a good chance he'll be hired
G C G C D
There's a million stories of the crimes left to rot
G C G C D
But I never will raise as long as I sleep on the job
G D G C
Oh yeah, you say "brother, you know, we're all in this alone
C G D D
Take what you can get, break all but your bones
G D G C
And when they finally ask us well what have you done?"
C D G
Say "life is a game and I'm done!"
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