I was walking on a street when you didn't know me at all. It was late in the night and I was on my own. A girl came across the street and asked me for the fire, I lent her my lighter and said:
— What a cold night, hum?!
She said she liked the weather this way and I said:
— Just like me...
I surrounded her with compliments and asked her out for a tea.

But what I didn't realise was that she was kinda dark. She had this inverted cross tattooed on her spine. But I was so alone, I didn't pay attention at all that she had this satanic book underneath her arm. We went to this café where I asked for a tea, she asked for a brandy and that's when it came to me... that maybe I was getting into trouble now. But her lips were red and I was sad, so I played along, anyhow, she asked me if I knew Aleister Crowley's books and texts. I thought to myself:
— I ain't gonna have sex...
But I kept on playing along and said I admired him. She said:
— So I might have this party where you'd like to have been.

We got out of that place and returned to the rain. "I'm gonna die tonight", I said to myself once again. We turned around a corner where an old house was built, it had no lights, and I was frightened, I couldn't stand on my feet. She said:
— My friends must be there having fun at the feast!
I thought:
— Maybe I'll die drunk and high, happy at least...

There were black candles all around the place we got in. Her friends were all hot girls swearing words of sin. "They are singing in an old german language", the girl spoke, and I was so scared that my saliva made me choke. The house had a hardwood floor where everybody stomped upon, they were all dancing around a black giant strange cauldron.

At this point of the evening I assumed I would die, I had this cold sweat and barely could avoid to cry. My skin was whiter than the moon that was high, so I thought "I will be higher than it, or at least I'll try". I poured myself any drink that was nearer to me while the lady I was with totally disappeared.

Then after my tenth shot, another girl appeared. She asked me whether I was with Jolene or Jess or Jim, I said I didn't know that...
— But I came with the girl that's got a long black hair and a tattoo of a black cross. She said to everybody there:
— He came with Catherine!
So everybody greeted me and said "we're glad you're here".

Then Catherine came back wearing some kind of black cloak along with red lenses, or at least I hope that she was not really into some kind of trance. Anyway, all I really wanted was to jump that house's fence, but then they said:
— It is your turn to taste the taste of Hell!
And Catherine said:
— Don't worry baby, it will be well.

Alright.

And just when I thought I would be put into that cauldron, the girls took me to another room of the maison. There was a giant bed covered with black eiderdowns, so I thought to myself:
— What the hell's gonna happen now?
Then Catherine came with a whip on her hands and said: 
— You're gonna punish us for being so bad.

ALRIGHT...

And then I got it all and saw it was no harm, I heard of this in a talk I once had in a bar. I asked:
— All you girls are here to serve me, aren't you?
They all just acquiesced and I was happy as a loon. Then Catherine, the girls and I loved each other all the night, and that's why I read Aleister Crowley all the time.

Pepler's 666th Dream

Picture a party. With dancing. And girls. They might as well be drunk. And sad. Kind of happy, too. And that's about it.

(lyrics are on each song's own description. you can download
this EP for free on the following link:

recorded between winter 2012 and winter 2015 at cool way studios, curitiba PR. engineered, produced, mixed and mastered by SCPTD. all songs written by Pepler. you are most welcome.

Domingo

Sheeptune Blues

I'm an obnoxious guy
but it's a redundant statement
to say you want me to bite your tongue

and I know you've been there since I
said "go think for yourself, girl,
you better look for something to live by"

hh how good is it to know
you've become one of those who
don't mind giving themselves to the comrades

oh let's go revolutionise
all the patterns of the bourgeois
and talk about Marx while I touch your thighs

'coz it's a party
and you don't mind about poverty
you just wanna have fun
being young is so arty

and it's a pity
that you're being so shitty
but since we are here
I'll forget about changing our city just for a while

I tried it once but it failed
to have a talk about Engels
you said he was so boring

now that you're walking with these mates
and you joined the youth force
they eat you up in a plate

oh how good is it to know
you've become one of those who
don't mind giving themselves to the comrades

oh let's go revolutionise
all the patterns of the bourgeois
and talk about Marx while I touch your thighs

all the indie girls from the communist party
all the indie girls from the communist party
all the indie girls from the communist party
all the indie girls from the communist party

unite!

All The Indie Girls From The Communist Party!

Remarks And Concerns About Meteors That Are Likely To Hit The Earth

she takes advantage of all the boys in town
with her black dress and her swollen lips
she says she's got a nipple piercing
and every boy goes crazy staring at her hips

she knows she's hot, she makes everyone begs
she dances at the filthiest clubs downtown
and me I'm fine, I know her kind
but it feels so hard not to give up when she's going down

she makes me wanna get high with her
as she sits on my lap and she kisses my neck
she calls my name so tamely
oh, Catherine, you go to my head.

[undeniably bowtie lovers will be
making love at midnight while the
champagne keeps on spilling]

bartender, will you bring me another one?
I gotta keep my mind out of this girl
she's so pretty, she's barely filthy
stop myself from picturing her sliding off her fishnets

Undeniably Bowtie Lovers

"HAPPY SAD DRUNK GIRLS DANCE PARTY" OUT NOW EVERYWHERE ON THE WORLD!