-THE END-

Posted in Uncategorized on novembre 3, 2019 by The Mescaline Babies

This Corrupting World of Berries Ep

Posted in Uncategorized on gennaio 5, 2015 by The Mescaline Babies

This is our new Ep guys!

This Corrupting World of Berries Ep

Side A:
This Corrupting World of Berries
The Wall

Side B:
Sylicon Knives
Freya Von Moltke

To download the ep for free, just click the link below, click the button and “pay” with a Tweet or a Facebook post.

Link to download: http://www.socialpay.me/pay/button_003.php?id=ZdDTgmFVrPhJC96jxq8Rv3LHz7ctn4Qb2wy

We don’t ask money, just a share. To promote us!

The album recording is a little bit difficult because of our busy life, work, tech problems and whatsoever.

We hope to finish very soon, but now, enjoy our new Ep!

Hide and Seek

Posted in Uncategorized on settembre 21, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

Today we start a game with you all!

This game is called “Hide and Seek”.

We have a lot of stuff recorded by these years, and until we wait the new album you can hear some stuff like live recordings, outtakes, alt. versions, etc…
Where you can hear this stuff? We don’t know!
Because sometimes (or more often, who’s knows?) we’ll leave a cd or a music tape with some songs, the instruction for the rest of the game will be inside the cd/tape.
You can find a tape in London, a Padua or anywhere!

The rules are:
– Who’s finds the tape or cd, have the DUTY to sharing FREE on internet.
– Don’t sell the tape or cd found.
– Don’t buy the tape or cd found.

And if some tapes will be lost? Don’t worry, all the stuff will be published.

Winter the Spring

Posted in Uncategorized on maggio 13, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

Her eyes were blue
like ancient deep ice
her hairs were white
like clouds in the sky
She tried to love
a man from the land
of the living and the godless
where the dead remains dead

The wind brought her weeping so far away,
where only the wolves and the spirits could hear

One night of winter
she appeared to him
“I desire you,
as Winter the Spring” she said
She hold his hands,
then their lips joined,
but that touch freezed him
he fell to the ground, dead

The wind brought her weeping so far away,
where only the wolves and the spirits could hear

horror and guilt
invaded the dame,
horror and guilt
became her name

her tears were snow,
her cries were freeze,
turning to a storm
her funeral weep

The Wall

Posted in Uncategorized on maggio 13, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

It’s a wall
to scratch
to kick and punch
it’s a wall for screaming
words return
with blood and wounds
and there’s nothing you can do
There’s no choice to bring
‘cept of hearing your screams
that’s a rage that makes your fingers bleed
it binds your eyes
it binds your mind
it’s colourless
the wall

Burn me down totally
and make me born again
Burn me down totally
and make me born again

It’s a wall
to scratch
to kick and punch
it’s a wall for screaming
words return
with blood and wounds
and there’s nothing you can do
There’s no choice to bring
‘cept of hearing your screams
that’s a rage that makes your fingers bleed
it binds your eyes
it binds your mind
it’s colourless
the wall

Burn me down totally
and make me born again
Burn me down totally
and make me born again

Phoenix skin
Phoenix skin
Phoenix skin
Phoenix skin

Black Mass

Posted in Uncategorized on maggio 13, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

We are sons of a bastard mother
our air is tyranny
it runs deep through our veins,
our flesh is soaked with it
no ideals, nothing better
of this old vintage shit
We are the scum of welfare
the means sons of History

We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
before the great blast

We live for delirious dreams
we’re dead for a bunch of coins
all dull, all doped to death
it’s called mediocracy
they look with paranoia
what’s keeping us alive
our war is spiritual
against our fathers’ void

We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
before God’s great blast

No, no, no no,
We won’t swallow anymore…
No, no, no no,
We won’t swallow anymore…

We’re yelling at the end of times
we’re the remainings!

We’re yelling at the end of times
We crackle, we jump, we laugh and have fun
here comes the great blast!

The Emperor’s Death

Posted in Uncategorized on maggio 6, 2013 by The Mescaline Babies

Look those white leafs falling from the sky
It seems a funeral to our desperate eyes
Too many knees are touching the livid ground
Our father’s not dead yet, so where has he gone?

Beware, my angels, God’s getting late
your father is in heroin
he forgot you all, my friends
in his slowly dying breath
He left you alone, without a guide,
without anyone to love or hate
So tell me, from now on
how will you live on?

I see desperate angels all around
i hear their hopeless cries, an unbearable sound
everything’s inverted, everything seems so unsure
this is what is said, the empereror is dead

Beware, my angels, God’s getting late
your father is in heroin
he forgot you all, my friends
in his slowly dying breath
He left you alone, without a guide,
without anyone to love or hate
So tell me, from now on
how will you live on?