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Gloomy Sunday

May 21 2006

Gloomy Sunday–popularly known as the “Suicide Song”. I remember reading about it in an “Unsolved Mysteries” books when I was about 14 years old. I had forgotten about it in all these years until someone I know sent me the song recently. It was written by Rezso Seress, a Hungarian songwriter, in 1933.
The crushing hopelessness and bitter despair which characterised the two stanza penned by Seress were superseded by the more mournful, melancholic verses of Hungarian poet László Jávor.
Commonly known as the “Suicide Song”, it drove many people of all ages to end their lives for an unknown reason, which included the girl-friend of the writer and in the end – the writer himself, who jumped to his death in 1968.

I don’t necessarily believe in the claims, but there is something in the song, which will make you freeze and give goose-bumps if you really listen to it.
It happened with me yesterday. At the end of it, my eyes were moist for no reason what-so-ever. Play the song at your own risk.

Read this article for an insight into the song and this article for even more.
Here is the version by Sarah McLachlan.
Click on the Play button to start this haunting tune.

[audio:http://badwalroopal.googlepages.com/SarahMcLachlan-GloomySundayGuitaredit.mp3]

Even though many artists have performed it over the years, all versions are banned on radio (due to releated suicides) in both US and parts of Europe. BBC has kept its ban since the 60s.

Words: (English version by Sam Lewis)

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I’m glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I’m caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you

Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday

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