Some words on "Gloomy Sunday" - Written 081624

 Every year the creep toward Halloween inspires me to create a playlist.

The first track on this journey, at least for this year, has to be, "Vége a Világnak," also known as "Gloomy Sunday" or the Hungarian Suicide Song.

Whenever I hear this I picture a grieving procession of mourners and somber musicians shuffling down a broken road to deposit a beloved corpse into a necropolis on the edge of some fading town. It's an absolutely perfect track for the Fall and the Halloween season.

My favorite version is from the Cable Street Rag Band, because it's closest to the original. There's no additional nonsense about all of the gloom having been a dream, as in the Billie Holiday version. This cover doesn't truck with that false hope and positive spin crap. It's as appropriately true to gloom as this song deserves.

Lyrics:

"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 said I know

Let them not weep

Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream

When in death I'm caressing you

With the last breath of my soul

I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday"

Listen to Gloomy Sunday Here!