Olde Tyme Mem'ry

[Music] [Laughter] [Music] [Laughter] [Music] when father bought the farm we sold the farm stick his blood for rustic charm souls ghost as an antique to the city kids a take an old Spade rest in peace your weary trades in this world there is no place such a pity well a barman shakes head and fills my glasses we're living in the past why preserve a dying craft and its misery we sigh and say another modern man one of property not land so oh that's better damn well you listen come sit and about yesterday side and then bout the water in me whiskey the brass pastimes gold another round were descended into old my memory of a day when one was wouldn't sell the silver girl was gold sweet home was song [Music] so you say you got a wood stove in your second home runs on gas but looks like oak hella David gives off smoke and glowing embers there's a quilt on the wall reads home sweet home blows some wise words from Thoreau and they called me throw back when I cry remember come sit down [Applause] about the water it and whisking the brass past another round where the sender in joules of the day when what was sweet [Music] [Applause] [Music] [Applause] [Music] son these tools are artifacts endangered species left its tracks lock me up behind plastic glass in the city there's no going back for me this antiques rustic eulogy shall be sold as full garnish trees such a pity but I'll never understand why they are the bullets that will always start and all country but set up all my rooms and hollow doors paper ceilings padded floors luxury boxes where you're stored in what was country [Applause] the water in me whiskey the brass passed on whoa of the day when was gold another round [Music] [Applause] the water in me with the rasp a star's gold on another round [Music] Waldheim memory of a day when wood was wooden silver silver girl was gold swayed home was [Music] you

Channel: Mischief Brew - Topic

Views: 609,068

Rating: 4.7919321 out of 5

Keywords: Mischief, Brew, Bacchanal, 'N', Philadelphia, Olde, Tyme, Mem'ry

Id: lwYxnpoB3gc

Length: 4min 59sec (299 seconds)

Published: Mon Feb 01 2016

Reddit Comments

[u/RichardStinks]

Some punks from Allentown introduced us (my friends and I on tour) to Erik and Mischief Brew. We saw him at a tiny bar in Philly the next trip out there. Later that same night, I went walking with a friend and some dudes from the Ethiopian grocery gave us fresh dates. I kinda lump that together as a magical time in my life, with lots of weird adventures. Erik is on the soundtrack to that period, forever.

[u/[deleted]]

I probably listen to at least one mischeif brew song a day. Love this one. RIP

[u/mikeydoc24]

Just a flat out beautiful song. Was lucky enough to see mischief brew/Erik a few times. Will always be the sound of Philly to me.

[u/popisfizzy]

I was getting into Mischief Brew in just the few months before Erik Petersen died, which leaves their music sorta bittersweet. This is definitely my favorite track of theirs.

[u/james_strange]

I first heard and saw mischief brew about 4 or 5 years ago. I was either 29 or 30. They were thr first band I heard as an adult that had thr same impact music had on me as a kid. Thst is a powerful thing for a band to be able to do.

[u/CthulhuApproved]

Erik was a punk icon of mine. Rest in power :(

[u/naaate129]

God, this song is one of my absolute favorite folkpunk songs. If you have a minute or two, check out the ukelele cover by Earl Kim on YouTube.. beautiful rendition.

R.i.p. Erik 💔

[u/[deleted]]

Having moved from the South to escape this shit to thirteen years later where I now miss it... This song works on both experiences. Knowing that I'm leaving something valuable but that is completely untenable for me, but also now wanting to say "Fuck it, let's do it the hard way."

[u/witchy2628]

I'm so glad I got to see them 💕💔