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This mashup of voice, sfx, drones, loops and diverging music styles form a coherent album of unsettling tunes.

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released December 27, 2013

Sacrifice Tree - Music - "Lamentation" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com).
A shadow wicked - Music - "Dub Feral" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com).
I am here - Music - "Dark Rock" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com).
The Forever People - Drone Tones included in this recording are from
Drone Archaeology, Ernest Cholakis, Numerical Sound.
Spook in the room - Music - Beatbox - "Blue Skies" Groove Therapy.
Torture - Music - "Yallahs" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com).
Old as dirt - Music - "Frimament" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com).
Devil in ya - Music - Beatbox - Planet Vibes - Ambient Grooves - "Mysteries" Morris.

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the spectre collector Australia

The spectre collector is a student of parapsychology and the supernormal.
He is a writer of children's books and brief, disturbing fiction for adults.
He is a musician, singer and narrator.

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Track Name: Haunted in
Haunted in

Hello.

The following recordings will reach into your subconscious and take you on a journey of psychic catastrophe.

You may experience a feeling of deep foreboding and a premonition of clawed things rushing at you through the inky blackness.

This is nothing to be concerned about.

I am The Spectre Collector and these haunting melodies are from my private collection.

They are disturbing.

I think you'll enjoy them.

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Track Name: The sacrifice tree
The Sacrifice Tree

(Take these children, take their blood. May it show you our love.)

Down the dark path in the deep dark wood
Down the dark path in the deep dark wood

(Spirit of the forest, take our sacrifice, take our blood. This virgin, this child, this innocent - we offer up their lives to you.)

Down the dark path in the deep dark wood
Stands an old oak that for centuries stood.
Carved in its trunk are the faces of pain,
Worn by the ages, the wind and the rain.

Down the dark path in the deep dark wood
Stands an old oak with a leafy green hood.
The blood of the innocents will always be,
Given to the creature in the Sacrifice Tree.

(Take our sacrifice, take our blood, take these children. We offer up their lives to you.)

Down the dark path in the deep dark wood
Stands an old oak that is made of no-good.
Inside that tree lives the worst of your dreams,
A beast so ancient it is suckled by your screams.


Down the dark path in the deep dark wood
Stands an old oak that would fall if it could,
Down on the heads of the fools that be
All those who worship at the Sacrifice Tree.

Down the dark path in the deep dark wood
Down the dark path in the deep dark wood

(We offer up their lives to you. Take our sacrifice.)

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Track Name: A shadow wicked
A shadow wicked

A shadow wicked walks the night,
Changing lives forever.

A shadow wicked walks the night,
Past dogs too scared to bark;
Carving up passersby in the park
And changing lives forever.

Shadow.
Forever.

A shadow wicked walks the night,
Changing lives forever.

A shadow wicked walks the night,
Past dogs too scared to bark;
Carving up passersby in the park
And changing lives forever.

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Track Name: I am here
I am here

I am here.
I am here.
We are here.
You have but to accept me.
Say my name.
Say my name.

I am here.
Say my name.
Say my name.
And all this will be over.
Say my name.

I am here.

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Track Name: How can this be so wrong
How can this be so wrong

Chopped up mammy and my pappy, set my house alight,
Bedded both my sisters and my cousins last night,
Took them little children from their house last week,
Put ‘em a in sack-o-stones and drowned em in the creek.

Why Lord, why Lord, help me see the light.
How can this be so wrong when it feels so right?
Who can stop me, who can drop me, now, today, tonight?
How can this be wrong when it feels so right?

Shot the reverend in the head, took the poor box money,
Bit the ear off Harry James, I know it ain’t that funny
But I laughed when the knife went it, I laughed as it came out,
That son-of-a-bitch he had it comin’, I let out a shout…

Tell me why Lord, why Lord, help me see the light.
How can all this be so wrong when it feels so right?
Call me a monster, call me daddy son, call me what you like
But tell me how can this be so wrong when it feels so right?

How come I feel so good when I do such bad?
All the killin, all the maimin, all the pleasurin I’ve had.
Why Lord, why Lord, help me see the light.
How can this be so wrong when it feels so right?


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Track Name: The Forever People
The Forever People

Mummy? Mummy? Where do we go when we die?

- We don't go anywhere darling. We don't die.

Mummy? Mummy? What happens next? What happens when we leave here?

- We don't leave darling. We are always here.

Why aren't we like other people Mummy?

- We can't be darling. We've tried that but it doesn't work that way for us. We are The Always People. We are The Forever People.

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Track Name: Spook in the room
Spook in the room

There’s a spook in the room mother dear, mother dear
There’s a spook in the room dearest one.
It’s tall and pale and thin and it wears a ghastly grin
And it’s pointing at you mother dear.

There’s a spook in the room mother dear, mother dear
There’s a spook in the room dearest one.
It has the longest claws and its crouched on all fours
And it’s about to jump upon you mother dear.

There’s a spook in the room mother dear, mother dear
There’s a spook in the room dearest one.
Now it’s crawling on the ceiling and I have this awful feeling
It’s going to leap inside you mother dear

There’s a spook in the room mother dear, mother dear
There’s a spook in the room dearest one.
It’s angry and it wants you and by Hell it’s going to get you
And it’s me mother dear, yes it’s me.


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Track Name: Torture
Torture

I love you - You treat me like dirt - I want you.
I adore you - You haunt my dreams - I need you.

It's torture.

Whipping up a storm,
Choking on the lust,
Screaming for god,
Swallowing his dust.

It's torture.

I have always loved you - The pain is almost unbearable - I want you.
I will always love you - Even though you are dead - I need you.

It's torture.

Whipping up a storm,
Choking on the lust,
Screaming for god,
Swallowing his dust.

It's torture.

Even though you are dead - I need you.
Torture.

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Track Name: Old as dirt
Old as dirt

The forest adores a swollen mouth
Packed with leaves and hurt
And buried up to its blackened heart,
With a love as old as dirt. Old as dirt.
With a love as old as dirt.

The cliff face loves a falling man,
As do the rocks below -
Lust for the sound of breaking bones,
With a love as old as dirt.

The woods adore a hanging man
In an old and tattered shirt;
It adores his ragged pants and head,
With a love as old as dirt. Old as dirt.
With a love as old as dirt.

The river loves a skewered corpse
To rest beneath its waves,
To play with its hair and flaking skin,
With a love as old as dirt.

The earth adores a lifeless soul,
Silent, still, inert -
To pour its soil in ears and eyes,
With a love as old as dirt. Old as dirt.
With a love as old as dirt.

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Track Name: Devil in ya
Devil in ya

You got the devil in ya baby,
You comin over all possessed,
You got the devil in ya baby,
That's the way I like ya best.

The shiverin and shakin
Means you've been taken;
The quiverin and quakin
You're chock-full-o-hatin oh!

You got the devil in ya baby,
You got the devil inside.
You got the devil in ya baby,
I'm livin deep down inside.

Ooooooh ya got me baby.

You got the devil in you
You got the devil in you.

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Track Name: Haunted out
Haunted out

Disturbed?
Uncertain of your reality?
Haunted?
Good.
These haunting melodies are from my private collection.
I have more.
For some other time.

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