Ilkka Ranta-aho

Ilkka Ranta-aho

 Helsinki, Central Finland, FIN
BandPopAdult Contemporary

There are few sensations sweeter than playing with a band in front of an audience and falling into the groove. Everything becomes clear and effortless. It transcends the experience for the musicians and the audience. We live for those moments.

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My Father Was A Werewolf

Written By: Ilkka Ranta-aho

My father was a werewolf, he roamed the countryside
His fangs were long and sharp, his territory was wide
Along the way he sang his songs and sang them out of tune
He left a trail of tears and grief beneath the yellow moon

In a far-off village I heard he broke some hearts
I guess young hearts break easily in those foreign parts
Drunken frenzy has no fear, no shame and no remorse
There were burning bridges left behind and a hundred broken doors

Ch: Come all ye wankers, hear the story of the beast that stunk
Buy me a whiskey and a beer, I'm not completely drunk
If you have loose change about you, ring those service bells,
and if this story spooks your wits, I'll tell you something else.

On a night-time rampage he encountered some old friends
and left them lying in a pool of blood, this is where that story ends
When he came home next morning, he was all smile and charm
By the dirt under his fingernails I knew he'd done some harm.

My playground was a field of thorns behind a sandy hill
Grown-ups could not come there against the childrens' will
A haunted house stood in that field, all derelict and torn
I played there with the bones of the damned and the ghosts of the forlorn

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I believe that I'm in love right now, a feeling that remains
is a twisting pulse inside my head and a bloodrush in my veins.
That girl is sweet beyond compare, she is my only one
But my father was a werewolf and I am a werewolf's son
Yes, my father was a werewolf, that makes me a werewolf's son.

Strange People

Written By: Ilkka Ranta-aho

In Iceland folks eat rotten shark, they bury it down by the seaside.
Their beer is dear and they talk right queer, their island is damp and cold.

The Finns bake all their bread with bark, they peel it off of the pine trees.
They fear the Russians and hate the Swedes. They do as they are told.

There are strange people in the world now, we better leave them alone.
Think we oughta lock the borders and throw away the key.

The Romans feast on tongue of lark, dead birds litter the hillside.
Raving orgies every night, someday the empire must fall.

The Americans took a walk in the park when Babylon was liberated.
Sweeping reason overboard they proceeded to kill ‘em all.

There are strange people in the world, we better leave them alone.
Think we oughta lock the borders and throw away the key.

Come and walk a while with me, love. I’ll share the book of my soul.
Some verses are written with blood, others with a lump of coal.

The Jews in Palestine built an ark, their god had promised to save them.
They saved no-one in return. They don't like to be disturbed.

The Muslims starve until it’s dark, then eat like nothing else matters.
A woman drove a car without an escort. They stoned her right by the curb.

There are strange people in the world, we better leave them alone.
I think we oughta lock the borders and throw away the key.

Douchebag Heart

Written By: Ilkka Ranta-aho


1. Standing on this goddamn corner, feeling like a jerk.
You've stood me up and lived to tell so many times before.
I've forgiven you a thousand times, now that just doesn't work.
I'm all out of compassion now, don't have that anymore.

Ch: And you who are so smart
Can you really tell apart
Two brothers who share a douchebag heart?

2. Did you really think you'd get away with patricide?
The law is on your tail, they've got your name and dna.
They asked me if I knew you well and if I was on your side.
I denied you three times there and then before the break of day

Ch: I wanna know: you who are so smart
Can you really tell apart
Two brothers who share a douchebag heart?
And you who are so strong
I think you knew it all along
someday you'd have to hum this douchebag song.

Bridge: You had your fun and your day in the sun, but it has begun to fade.
You can wave that flickering flame in the air, but it's raining on your parade

3. Remorse is for the idle, this is how you always gloat
When the dam burst and your streets were flooding you just bought a boat
These tears are merely warm summer rain upon the blades of grass
I felt like feeling sorry for you, but that will surely pass.

Discography

Redhill Rats: Cold Haily Windy Night (2004)
Redhill Rats: Some Heroes (2007)
Redhill Rats: Cape Wolf (2010)