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06 May, 2006

Gloomy Sunday

Just when someone complaint about my blog being depressing, I decided to post up infomation about a sad love song called 'Gloomy Sunday' (No offence here, to the man that I respect). First heard about this story about 4 to 5 years back, and it made my hair stands...

In December, 1932, a down and out Hungarian named Rezso Seress was trying to make a living as a songwriter in Paris, but kept failing miserably. And his girlfriend had constant rows with him over the insecurity of his ambitious life. On the day after another heated row, a depressed Seress sat at the piano in his apartment and wrote the song "Gloomy Sunday".

A few months after Gloomy Sunday was printed, there were a spate of strange occurrences that were allegedly sparked off by the new song. In Berlin, a young man requested a band to play Gloomy Sunday, and after the number was performed, the man went home and blasted himself in the head with a revolver after complaining to relatives that he felt severely depressed by the melody of a new song which he couldn't get out of his head. That song was Gloomy Sunday.

A week later in the same city, a young female shop assistant was found hanging from a rope in her flat. Police who investigated the suicide found a copy of the sheet-music to Gloomy Sunday in the dead girl's bedroom.

Two days after that tragedy, a young secretary in New York gassed herself, and in a suicide note she requested Gloomy Sunday to be played at her funeral. Weeks later, another New Yorker, aged 82, jumped to his death from the window of his seventh-story apartment after playing the 'deadly' song on his piano. Around the same time, a teenager in Rome who had heard the unlucky tune jumped off a bridge to his death.


The newspapers of the world were quick to report other deaths associated with Seress' song. One newspaper covered the case of a woman in North London who had been playing a 78 recording of Gloomy Sunday at full volume, infuriating and frightening her neighbors, who had read of the fatalities supposedly caused by the tune. The stylus finally became trapped in a groove, and the same piece of the song played over and over. The neighbors hammered on the woman's door but there was no answer, so they forced the door open - only to find the woman dead in her chair from an overdose of barbiturates.

As the months went by, a steady stream of bizarre and disturbing deaths that were alleged to be connected to Gloomy Sunday persuaded the chiefs at the BBC to ban the seemingly accursed song from the airwaves. Back in France, Rizzo Seress, the man who had composed the controversial song, was also to experience the adverse effects of his creation. He wrote to his ex-fiancée, pleading for a reconciliation. But several days later came the most awful, shocking news. Seress learned from the police that his sweetheart had poisoned herself. And by her side, a copy of the sheet music to Gloomy Sunday was found. Finally, it is not surprising to note that Rezso Seress, the composer of "Gloomy Sunday", committed suicide in 1968.

But this might just be another urban legend, it's all up to you to believe it. After I'd heard Billie Holiday's jazz version, I believe that at least some part are true as the song is damn haunting and depressing. Other singers like Sarah McLachlan, Bjork, Sarah Brightman also sang this song before but the effect is not as good as Billie's. Click here for the english lyrics, and here for the original translation. I guess this song really is a one to die for.

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