crickets from hurst. by hurst
"Sleep. Those little slices of death. How I loathe them."
This quote appears in the beginning of 1987's A Nightmare On Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors, attributed to Edgar Allen Poe. In later years, I learned the quote was misattributed to him and/or fabricated from whole cloth.
"crickets" is about nighttime panic attacks caused by death anxiety.
Tracklist
| 3. | crickets | 4:29 |
Lyrics
sleep it comes like a fevered dream
dislocated, and hauntingly, it seems
she taunts her cold and lost embrace
tears and fears rush gently upon my face
hold me tenderly, help me patiently
through this moment of absolute despair
a recurring dream of a morbid affair
save me from this disrepair
I can't sleep this night
not without a fight
this room around me crawls
another deranged nightfall
sleep it comes like a fevered dream
dislocated, and hauntingly
Edgar Allen's prose and his 'slices of death'
he takes my last breath
when will my gate's lock break?
or will this self-loathe seal my fate?
let me rest, it's all I ask
crickets that crawl upon my chest
let me rest
let me rest
let me rest
it's all I ask
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a short-lived band from Indianapolis, Indiana circa 94/95.