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Gloomy Sunday

"Gloomy Sunday" is a song composed by Hungarian pianist and composer Rezső Seress in 1933, as Vége a világnak (End of the world), with alternate Szomorú vasárnap (Sad Sunday) lyrics written by László Jávor. The original lyrics depicted a war-stricken Hungary and a silent prayer to God. Jávor's lyrics are a mourning to a lost lover and a pledge to commit suicide to meet said lover again in the afterlife. It has become known as the "Hungarian Suicide Song" because many people have been found dead by means of suicide with this song playing.

In February of 1936, Budapest Police were investigating the suicide of a local shoemaker, Joseph Keller. The investigation showed that Keller had left a suicide note in which he quoted the lyrics of a recent popular song. The song was "Gloomy Sunday".

The fact that a man chose to quote the lyrics of a little-known song may not seem very strange. However, the fact that over the years, this song has been directly associated with the deaths of over 100 people is quite strange indeed.

Following the event described above, seventeen additional people took their own lives. In each case, "Gloomy Sunday" was closely connected with the circumstances surrounding the suicide.

Among those included are two people who shot themselves while listening to a gypsy band playing the tune. Several others drowned themselves in the Danube while clutching the sheet music of "Gloomy Sunday". One gentleman reportedly walked out of a nightclub and blew his brains out after having requested the band to play "The Suicide Song".

The adverse effect of "Gloomy Sunday" was becoming so great that the Budapest Police thought it best to ban the song. However, the suppression of "Gloomy Sunday" was not restricted to Budapest, nor was its seemingly evil effects. In Berlin, a young shopkeeper hung herself. Beneath her feet lay a copy of "Gloomy Sunday".

In New York, a pretty typist gassed herself leaving a request that "Gloomy Sunday" should be played at her funeral.

Many claim that broken romances are the true causes of these suicides. However, this is debatable. For instance, one man jumped to his death from a seventh story window followed by the wailing strains of "Gloomy Sunday". He was over 80 years old! In contrast to this, a 14 year old girl drowned herself while clutching a copy of "The Suicide Song".

Perhaps the strongest of all was the case of an errand boy in Rome, who, having heard a beggar humming the tune, parked his cycle, walked over to the beggar, gave him all his money, and then sought his death in the waters beneath a nearby bridge.

As the death toll climbed, the B.B.C. felt it necesssary to suppress the song, and the U.S. network quickly followed suit. A French station even brought in psychic experts to study the effects of "Gloomy Sunday" but had no effect on the ever climbing death rate.

The composer, Rezső Seress, who in 1933 wrote "Gloomy Sunday", was as bewildered as the rest of the world. Although he wrote the song on the breakup of his own romance, he never dreamed of the results which would follow. However, as fate would have it, not even Seress could escape the song's strange effects.

At first he had a difficult time getting someone to publish the song. Quite frankly, no one would have anything to do with it. As one publisher stated, "It is not that the song is sad, there is a sort of terrible compelling despair about it. I don't think it would do anyone any good to hear a song like that."

However, time passed and Seress finally got his song published. Within the week "Gloomy Sunday" became a best seller, Seress contacted his ex-lover and made plans for a reunion. The next day the girl took her life through the use of poison. By her side was a piece of paper containing two words: "Gloomy Sunday".

When questioned as to just what he had in mind when he wrote the song, Seress replied, "I stand in the midst of this deadly success as an accused man. This fatal fame hurts me. I cried all of the disappointments of my heart into this song, and it seems that others with feelings like mine have found their own hurt in it."

As the months went by and the excitement died down, the B.B.C. agreed to release "Gloomy Sunday", but only as an instrumental. This version was later made into a record. A London policemen heard this particular arrangement being repeatedly and endlessly played in a nearby apartment. He considered this to be worthy of investigation. Upon entering the apartment, he found an automatic phonograph playing and replaying the tune. Next to it was a woman, dead from an overdose of barbiturates. It was this incident which prompted the B.B.C. to reimpose its ban on the song. To this day it has not been lifted.

As a final note, "Gloomy Sunday" was introduced to the U.S. market in 1936. However, getting it recorded was no easy matter. Bob Allen and members of the Hal Kemp band were the first to record "Gloomy Sunday" in the U.S. They were noticeably affected while making the record. It took twenty-one takes to turn out a record good enough to publish. Few people who have ever listened to the melody and lyrics fail to confess that it has a horribly depressing effect.

Finally, it is not surprising to note that Rezső Seress, the composer of "Gloomy Sunday", committed suicide in 1968.

The English version lyrics of Gloomy Sunday:

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 Sunday
with shadows I spend it all
my heart and I
have decided to end it all

Soon there'll be prayers
and candles are lit, 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

Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
on deep in my heart, dear

Darling, I hope
that my dream hasn't haunted you
my heart is telling you
how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday

Nothing Lasts Forever

For last so many years I had been thinking that FRIENDSHIP is the most precious thing I have in my life. I don't say I was wrong but this truth took less than a second to convert itself to wrong. I never expected any return in friendship, nor I expect now on-wards. I always had a pleasant time whenever I used to be with my friends. I laughed, smiled, cut jokes, used pranks, drove, drunk, danced and dealt with so many things together. But now it all faded away in a glance. I don't blame everyone for this but there is always a person who changes your whole perception about anything.


I don't know how to react at this stage. I am totally out of my mind; a blackness has surrounded me, because I never imagined of this kind of act from a friend whom I always thought to be together with. Its simply a mistake of mine; trusting in friendship. I am really ashamed of myself to thought friendship as the strongest bond. Thanks for making my perception wrong dude. 


It could had been a nightmare but I am alive. I should say I have woken up after a long nightmare on this day. I will remember this date. I had a world created by myself, but Alas! I am destroying it today. I was wrong to dream of it with the people I admired and loved. Thank you for breaking a wonderful dream or say a worst nightmare. I just want to let you know that I too have the anger limits. But I may not have reacted the way you did. "May" is not suitable; I should rather say I "will" never react the way you reacted. 


Fuck this hypocrites friendship!!! Fuck this bullshit!!! Fuck Friendship... I am really hating this bullshit this night! I have known the differences. There are some fucking people who put a tag of friend but in reality they never feel it by heart!!!