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:
D F# Bm G x3 A
Verse1:
D Bm A D
We go down to throw rocks at the river
Bm A
Curses at the parade
G Bm A G
We're just stoning the gears of the clockworks
A D
Try to keep us from acting our age
Bm A D Bm A
We swore we'd carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
G Bm A G
But now can you believe who's a mother, and that
A (D)
so-and-so's cut of their dreads...
Chorus:
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
F# Bm G A
After all the nomads are settling down
Verse2:
D Bm A D
Used to give most the bread to her landlord
Bm A
leave the crust for the squats.
G Bm A G
Now the death weighed as we paid the bankers.
A D
Seemed to kill all the flies in one swat.
Bm A D Bm A
Hear the wedding band strike up a number. Dear they're playing our song.
G Bm A G
Hold your breath cause we're gonna go under;
A (D)
get the little ones singing along.
Chorus:
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
F# Bm G A
After all the nomads are settling down x2
Bridge:
G Bm A
No way, not to so-and-so said he'd never change
G Bm A
said he'd never grow.
G Bm
We'd stay always on a role
A G Bm A
run besides the trains past the mossy stones.
F# Bm
Now there's more hope than ever and its all fallin'
G A (play verse chords: D Bm A x2 G Bm A G A D)
down and the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown.
Verse3:
D Bm A D Bm
As the nomads are dropping their anchors. Falling
A G Bm A
into the sea. And I've stopped throwing rocks at the
G A D
river. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream. There
Bm A D Bm A
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
G Bm A G
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
A
"my children shall never be sold!"
Chorus a few times
Outro
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D (and so on)
Out of the garden we multiply. Telling
our stories. May all the old ways die.
D F# Bm G x3 A
Verse1:
D Bm A D
We go down to throw rocks at the river
Bm A
Curses at the parade
G Bm A G
We're just stoning the gears of the clockworks
A D
Try to keep us from acting our age
Bm A D Bm A
We swore we'd carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
G Bm A G
But now can you believe who's a mother, and that
A (D)
so-and-so's cut of their dreads...
Chorus:
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
F# Bm G A
After all the nomads are settling down
Verse2:
D Bm A D
Used to give most the bread to her landlord
Bm A
leave the crust for the squats.
G Bm A G
Now the death weighed as we paid the bankers.
A D
Seemed to kill all the flies in one swat.
Bm A D Bm A
Hear the wedding band strike up a number. Dear they're playing our song.
G Bm A G
Hold your breath cause we're gonna go under;
A (D)
get the little ones singing along.
Chorus:
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D
Kill of Columbus and turn the world around
F# Bm G A
After all the nomads are settling down x2
Bridge:
G Bm A
No way, not to so-and-so said he'd never change
G Bm A
said he'd never grow.
G Bm
We'd stay always on a role
A G Bm A
run besides the trains past the mossy stones.
F# Bm
Now there's more hope than ever and its all fallin'
G A (play verse chords: D Bm A x2 G Bm A G A D)
down and the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown.
Verse3:
D Bm A D Bm
As the nomads are dropping their anchors. Falling
A G Bm A
into the sea. And I've stopped throwing rocks at the
G A D
river. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream. There
Bm A D Bm A
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
G Bm A G
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
A
"my children shall never be sold!"
Chorus a few times
Outro
D F# Bm G D F# Bm G D (and so on)
Out of the garden we multiply. Telling
our stories. May all the old ways die.
Mišo Kova (...)
Miss Black Ameri (...)
Miss Caffeina
Miss E
Miss Li