Gloomy Sunday

17 Apr

Pulp Flash’s theme song, Gloomy Sunday, actually has a bit of a history to it (which was part of the appeal in using it):

Gloomy Sunday” is a song composed by Hungarian pianist and composer Rezső Seress in 1933 to a Hungarian poem written by László Jávor (original Hungarian title of both song and poem “Szomorú vasárnap” (Hungarian pronunciation: [ˈsomoruː ˈvɒʃaːrnɒp]), in which the singer reflects on the horrors of modern culture.

Though recorded and performed by many singers, “Gloomy Sunday” is closely associated with Billie Holiday, who scored a hit version of the song in 1941. Owing to unsubstantiated urban legends about its inspiring hundreds of suicides, “Gloomy Sunday” was dubbed the “Hungarian suicide song” in the United States. Seress did commit suicide in 1968, but most other rumors of the song being banned from radio, or sparking suicides, are unsubstantiated, and were partly propagated as a deliberate marketing campaign. Possibly due to the context of the Second World War, Billie Holiday’s version was, however, banned by the BBC. – Wikipedia

3 Responses to “Gloomy Sunday”

  1. Noah Martin April 17, 2010 at 21:10 #

    I have it in my notebook, actually…

    Szomorú Vasárnap:

    Ösz van és peregnek a sárgult levelek
    Meghalt a földön az emberi szeretet
    Bánatos könnyekkel zokog az öszi szél
    Szívem már új tavaszt nem vár és nem remél
    Szívtelen rosszak és kapzsik az emberek…

    Meghalt a szeretet!

    Vége a világnak, vége a reménynek
    Városok pusztulnak, srapnelek zenélnek
    Emberek véretöl piros a tarka rét
    Halottak fekszenek az útin szerteszét
    Még egyszer elmondom csendben az imámat:
    Uram, az emberek gyarlók és hibáznak…

    Vége a világnak!


    It is autumn and the leaves are falling
    All love has died on earth
    The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
    My heart will never hope for a new spring again
    My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
    People are heartless, greedy, and wicked…

    Love has died!

    The world has ended, hope has ceased to have meaning
    Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music
    Meadows are coloured red with human blood
    There are dead people on the streets everywhere
    I will say another quiet prayer:
    People are sinners, Lord; they make mistakes…

    The world has ended!

    • Skinner April 17, 2010 at 22:31 #

      Wow, nice addition.

    • Skinner April 18, 2010 at 11:24 #

      I’ve been thinking about the lyrics since reading your post – so bleak, but what kind of modern era band could get away with it?

      Death Metal, maybe, but I just can’t see a bunch of shaggy guys in black t-shirts screaming out these lyrics over a wall of guitar.

      It seems these days all of our musical melodrama is urban/suburban and theres no room for a good old fashioned heart rending epic.

      (All love has died on earth\then you shoulda put a ring on it..?)

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