O, Pennsyltucky!

by Mischief Brew

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An early single from Mischief Brew's next full-length LP, to be released in 2015! "O, Pennsyltucky!" is a love song to our fair state of PA, but like all good love songs, there's some darkness in there. Referencing places like the near-ghost-town of Centralia, PA and the Three Mile Island plant, the song pays tribute to the very weird state we live in, and two of our favorite cities on both sides. While "O, Pennsyltucky!" will appear on the next LP, "This Is Not For Children," there are two B-sides that are exclusive to this release. "We Are The Ground" (a song about the tragic death of Ann Coulter, heh heh) and "Dirty Overhauls," a kinda-Woody Guthrie cover, rearranged by Erik Petersen and Chris Neumann (2.5 Children Inc.), and put back together.

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released October 14, 2014

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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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Track Name: O, Pennsyltucky!
We sat on the Bulb rocks
With plum wine and we watched
The fog roll and swallow the bridge on the bay
I thought, “I could live here,”
But I’m still in high gear
And sweating and freezing 3,000 away

O Pennsyltucky!
Your three mile islands
The coal fires buckle the miners’ highways
I love just to leave you
But it’s good to see you
And old Filthadelph
Hostile City, PA

Where we all come from
Most died of the Black Lung
Another, a browbeater, boxer, and saint
When he finally got caught,
The cops made a few calls
They opened his cell
Never fought him again

In O Pennsyltucky!
Your three mile islands
The coal fires buckle the miners’ highways
I love just to leave you
But it’s good to see you
And old Filthadelph
Hostile City, PA

Wake me when Steel City’s roadwork signs
Shine in my face
Whew, now I’m safe

Was that a peepshow
With drive-thru windows?
The gun show’s got carousels and funnel cakes
It says “Church” in neon
And asks me what’s beyond
If I had to guess, I’d say more of the same

In O’ Pennsyltucky!
Your three mile islands
The coal fires buckle the miners’ highways
I love just to leave you
But it’s good to see you
And old Filthadelph
Hostile City, PA
O Pennsyltucky… how your coal fires rumble
I love just to leave you
But it’s good to see you
And old Filthadelph
Hostile City, PA
Track Name: We Are The Ground
Are you tortured by that dial?
Talkin’ radios at 5
Wishin’ you could reach inside and dunk the clown
Hear the callers call and say
They’re the real Americay
As they’re diggin’ holes and loadin’ up on rounds
But each time the good guys win
I make sure I’m tunin’ in
And I’m grinnin’ as they whine and twist and shout
Hear ‘em squirmin’ in their seats
Know they’re turnin’ in their sleep
See ‘em break and run when they all hit the ground

They hit the ground, they hit the ground
See ‘em break and run when they all hit the ground
Every time those bells a’ring
A couple demons lose their wings
See ‘em break and run when they all hit the ground
I know it seems we’re always stuck
Tires spinnin’ in the mud
But I swear: we move along, not stick around
Change ain’t always comin’ soon
One step fro but two steps to
And it’s worth the wait to see ‘em hit the ground

They hit the ground, they hit the ground
Said it’s worth the wait to see ‘em hit the ground
I wanna hear ‘em go kerplunk
Scramblin’ for their bibles, guns
Said it’s worth the wait to see ‘em hit the ground

They set traps at every turn
Set up straw men just to burn
But I love to hear that sweet exquisite sound
Of the cry when put to bed
Of the “Bang! You’re dead!”
Of the bellyachin’ as they hit the ground

They hit the ground, oh what a sound
In the real Americay, we are the ground
So let’s watch their heads explode
Liberty, justice overload
More to come, as one by one, they hit the ground
Track Name: Dirty Overhauls
Well, the guns of war have roared
And the bombs and shells have fallen
The war clouds, they rambled as they roared
I was a soldier in that fight
And I fought until we won
My uniform is my dirty overhauls
This piece of land that I stand on is my battlefield and home
My plough and my hoe is my gun
Clothes don't make no difference at all
We are workers, fighters all
Marching in our dirty overhauls

Well, I give you my sweat
And I give you my blood
I give you your bread and your wine
Before I be any man's slave, I'll be rotting down in my grave
Lay me down in my dirty overhauls
It seems so onerous to me, this blatant thievery
Stretchin' out its wicked, crooked hand
Well, we're settled here to stay
And we'll stick here all our days
Marching in our dirty overhauls