I can't think of any topic to write for now but this. Literally, it is a "gloomy Sunday" right now in my place.
It has been raining with gusty winds since last night that I could hardly sleep. It is really getting cooler inside my room and a recent power failure almost killed my momentum in thinking of things to write down. Now, I have electricity up again and I am writing the Gloomy Sunday episode in my diary.
Earlier this year I have browsed one interesting video in Youtube. It was about the "Hungarian Suicide Song." The song entitled "Gloomy Sunday" popularized by Billy Holiday has been the talk of the "tube" in "Youtube" for some time now. Details of the story can be read here> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloomy_Sunday.
The song is actually a classic. And there are other versions that followed. You like the jazzy-pop one by Heather Nova?
How about a creepy, but emotionally rendered one by Diamanda Galas? The lyrics were different in her version though:
Here is Sarah Brightman's version:
But here is my personal favorite. The one rendered by Sarah McLachlan:
The song is quite haunting. But when they have added, reinvented, revised.... the song really became a more beautiful masterpiece. Actually, the original is still the masterpiece.
No mater how terrible other people tell about one song and the urban legend that is attached to it, it is still on how the listener feels for the song. I personally see this simply as an agony of being alone. Ask me on this part, and my diary will be filled with words!
But there should always have to be a way how to antagonize that feeling of "slumberlessness' and all....
I see today as a gloomy, stormy Sunday but I enjoy the coolness it brings to my room and how this feeling is turned into artistic energies..... <----- what a drama!
I have to cover with my blanket now, it's getting colder..... it's nice to sleep when its raining! I'll just sleep.... I'll never commit suicide after listening to 4 versions of this song!
Tah-tuh!
P.S. There are other versions of this song not included here like that of Bjork. 







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