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Seeking The Brave
02:41
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From the mire, raise my head
Ha ha, they thought I was dead!
Now where was I before the wolves came around?
I have heard here and there
Of wealth as free as the air
Of truth as clear as a crystal
Of labor without worries or cares
I have heard of a clan
Are they here or in faraway lands?
Wood-dwelling rebels and revelers
I was told by a friend
That this great quest would only begin
If I'd stop circling in circles behind my own bars
And spiral on out to the fiery stars
Cross this river, pay the toll
By the gods, I feel I'm so close
From which direction does the night music drift?
I am worn, thirsty and thin
I stumble into an old inn
As the barman inquires, "A bed or a grave?"
I say neither
I'm seeking the brave
'Round the licks
A victory dance
Eat and drink and sing my children
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There's mischief in the eyes of peddlers
A love to dance in the hearts of meddlers
I'll trade steeds but never trade 'way my days
To be a working slave
A graceful road to a quiet grave
A merchant with a broomstick chasing my mother away
If I'm a goblin or a devil
Why do I send joy to the rabble?
Why do I fill your childrens' hearts with hope?
You send them to dreamland
Armed with lies that I have no fortune grand
Name me a working man
But I am not a slave
No I am not a slave, no
You set traps for the vultures
When they come for the dead
Over the hills, under the earth
Goodnight, city
Fiddles lilting
'Round the licks, a victory dance
Eat and drink and sing my children
And here is wealth!
Bread for the bakers
And goods from the makers
There's shoes not fit for their princes
But fit for we
Kings and queens
Oh, if you could taste our dreams
They're breeding strangers, bitter settlers
And there's mischief in the eyes of meddlers
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3. |
A Liquor Never Brewed
04:08
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There was a knockin' at my door
It's the dreaded landlord
He wants his rent and wants it now
And he is careless how
He left us in a vacant daze
Askin' how we got here
And we retired to slumber
But the glasses never were rinsed
There was a tapping on my back
It's the dreaded foreman
I think I see a smile
Through his teeth and his cigar
He put my hands to working
Said they'd otherwise do nothing
And I made a thousand things today
I'm sure I'll never use
There was a ringing of my bell
I picked it up to answer
They said they were my comrade
But they couldn't say my name
So I asked about the sun and moon
And what their thoughts on time were
They hung it up in madness
And went on to punch the clock
And somewhere there's a sound of someone singing
I got an invitation once to liberty
They had a mischief brew, but no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed, never brewed
There was a rapping at my door
It's the dreaded policeman
He had a ticket to enter
Signed by fools and stamped with laws
He questioned me on politics
Scorned my generation
For not respecting elders
And the land's authority
So when the landlord came to knock
I said, "Come back tomorrow!"
There's more life I'll be living
Than just slaving from your wage
And to the troop and foreman
Make yourself the things I don't use
For I'm off into the forest
For a liquor never brewed
Today, I'm following the sound of someone singing
I got an invitation once to liberty
They had a mischief brew, but no goblets were used
Besting rum or porter
'Tis a liquor never brewed, never brewed
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4. |
Away With Purity
03:59
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To see the world through an empty shotglass
Shake order on the rocks of chaos
Liberty as the ripest fruit
That if not eaten shall rot and bruise
See a saint succumb to sin
Bow down, return again
To find rage in passion and fear in love
Poverty in wealth above
Give me life and all sweet pain
The knives of truth, the hope in rain
Savage beauty and the fiery plains
Show me dawns never tamed
To think we'd live on bread alone
Betting on angels to carry us home
I'll take some flesh and bone
Heard a priest condone the bombings
But heard a cop condemn the shootings
Good flirts with bad and the scholars go mad
'Twas the strangest meal I've ever had
And you long for a steady journey
Stable country, simple morning
But the evening of a ruthless knife
Brought the sweetest sunrise of your life
Give me life and all sweet pain
The knives of truth, the hope in rain
Savage beauty and the fiery plains
Show me dawns never tamed
To think we'd live on bread alone
A'fearing devils, fire and stone
A'fearing flesh and bone
A'cursing devils, fire and stone
A'cursing flesh and bone
Away away
Away with purity
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5. |
Barratry Call
01:56
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Barratry, hey!
Barratry, hey!
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6. |
The Master Is A Drunkard
04:49
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Who is this that stands before me
With a candle at its end?
There's a fire in the wheatfield
And a storm around the bend
There's strangers out a'prowling
'Round the great harvests of hay
So gather all your family
And send them all away
And to your youngest daughter
Hide her smiles, hide her curls
For the master is a drunkard
And he'll sell her off for pearls
Hide her from the vile workbeast
Cover her ears from the screaming world
For the master is a drunkard
And he'll sell her off for pearls
Who goes before the tyrants
Wielding innocence, like fools?
You'll need a thousand armies
And a tale to tell your troops
Tell a tale of harsh oppression
And the will to thrive again
How your master is a bastard
And his day must see its end
And when they start to falter
Bring their hearts a carving knife
And I will not wince in sorrow
Sir, you did not take a life
For on the final day of lashing
You won the wardship of their souls
Captured, blackened by your orders
Then set free in the wintry cold
You say your master is a bastard
And you cannot stand his yoke
If your master is a bastard
Take a knife up to his throat
There's no means to scold your daughter
When she overturns a stone
There's no comfort in a dark house
No harmony in torpid moans
Your bones are rickety hinges
Your back, a rusty tin
So you shambled to your bedside
Found your wife in bed with him
If your master is a drunkard
Don't bring him wine, or pour
If your master is a drunkard
Escape to freedom while he snores
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7. |
Doomsday Evening
03:02
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Take me back to where the ale is golden
And where the rum is black
Where the welcome's bright, where lamplights invite
Through a doorway's thinning cracks
See the dancers swing by the windows
Looking in from the falling snow
For I turned away to the break of day
Singing, off to work I go
Well, there was no end to our unrest
We couldn't leave that town too soon
'Til we found ourselves by the benches
Our guardian, the moon
And then the skies grew all the blacker
And rain came a'drumming down
And it fouled our nest and we got no rest
Take me back to that fucking town
Laughter, a song of the free
Drink this toast proposed to thee
Now we're standing by the clockworks
A rope around our necks
Placing bets on what strange morning
We shall greet after this rest
And it's late on doomsday evening
And we slept all afternoon
Craving days of yore so feared before
Crying, "set, you sun and moon!"
Drink this toast proposed to thee
Where were you when the gates were open?
When the guard had sleepy eyes?
When we first shattered our windows
Running out into the night?
Did you rise to greet the morning?
Did you lose all the bounds of time?
Or were you selling off the present
For a morrow never nigh?
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8. |
Storming The Sandcastles
05:52
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It's true, our lords have lost their minds
From the thirst for blood and the hunger to dine
On the freshest meat from the foreign rogues
Such a manner of fools that are heirs to this throne
In the house of the mad
House of the perverted
They're talking to mirrors
They're dancing in circles
The art of their warfare's abstract and absurd
In the house of the mad
House of the perverted
Feel the leather upon our hands
And remember who carried the sands
Feel the leather upon our hands
So sleep, my child, and like the sun you will rise
Your dream never lies
Awaken, my child, the fields are calling your name
They bring a new day
It's true, our lords have cut out their hearts
They're slaying the artists and selling their arts
They're slaying dissenters in public at noon
Seems we'll all be slain if the lords are not soon
In the house of the mad
House of the perverted
They're talking to mirrors
Dancing in circles
They own all the land
But want more for their burden
Which we're made to carry
When like sheep, we're herded
We pass the old workers a'paving dead roads
Wading 'round towers in treacherous moats
Begging for change and trading their souls
Gambling their children and bargaining hopes
We asked why they stand in such foul, wretched earth
They held up their jewelry and bowed to their mirth
We could have been trammeled by such vexing lies
But still we stormed onward
Now hither's our prize
To storm the great sandcastles
We'll need great waves
Of revolt and bravery
Who are the brave?
We are the brave
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Mischief Brew Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Emerging from the undead ashes of PA punk troupe The Orphans, Mischief Brew started with a scratchy demo tape in 2000 and has since spread the good word of anarchy, hilarity, and rebellion across state lines and even the Atlantic Ocean a few times. We've managed to exist for over 13 years in one form or another by kissing nobody's ass and doing everything ourselves, for the most part. No rules! ... more
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