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!
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Hear the prophets
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The joy and dance
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And off with these laws!
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Bring on the seasons,
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tradition, and song!
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The patterns and cycles!
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The joy and dance
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Come see pioneers starving on trout
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Meet the drunkards of spirit,
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of soil, of stout
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But old silent fires
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shall someday bathe all
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A cider ferments in us all
Final call!
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Hear the prophets
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whose days have gone dim
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And for all royal silver,
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she still won’t wed him
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Hear the bastards,
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yes among us, they go
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All flaunting freedoms
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so scarcely known
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How I see, merrily,
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The unmasking of liberty
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As she bows to misery,
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But her open hands,
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The joy and dance
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across our great quilt,
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for ages to span
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You’re a traveller packing for years
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Armour of rage in a shower of tears
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And you never could see
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that you were wild and loose
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‘Til a baby blue soldier
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forbid you to choose
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Now you cry, “Off with these systems
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And off with these laws!
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Bring on the seasons,
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tradition, and song!
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The patterns and cycles!
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We, hitchers of stars,
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shall reel in adventure
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To shatter these boards
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To march from these wars
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How I see, merrily,
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The unmasking of liberty
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As she bows to misery,
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But her open hands,
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The joy and dance
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And this pattern
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across our great quilt,
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for ages to span
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But her open hands,
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the joy and dance
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across our great quilt
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