Rankle from The Ride by Muth Labben

Wipe out the ghosts when you
Fly back down there
reverie’s past
dream time so dead.
Now these are your days
your nights in the air
Spread your brand new wings
Sprinkled with diamond blessed dare!
Feelings, feelings escape
Timidly treated
All that broken faith
Through measure and limit
measure and limit
measure and limit….

Wipe off the urge
that makes your eyes wet.
You don’t want those tears
unconsciously shed.
They visit your eyes
To bring you regrets
like needles they rankle
you rub them they burn!
Life longs heroically
Need their content…
On the other hand
It’s dreams, dreams
Slipping away
together with fame
forever that fate
gone, gone…

Wipe out all ghosts
Walk down out there
You may never feel (feel,feel) cool
You may never feel (feel,feel) fair
Ever, ever..

It’s a parade of ghosts
now be a star down there
It’s your time…

• Punk
• acid rock
• dance-punk
• fuzz punk
• new wave punk
• post punk
• Athens