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Name : Noraisha Bte Nani
School : Broadrick Secondry School
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love doing silat n football..literature and DnT is
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HEYS..yesterdai BBQ n sherlyn's birthday was fun..very fun..although there were no games..yesterday was also very tiring coz we had to walk from marine terrece to BEDOK JETTY!!!you noe how far it is??very far..but i am not so lazy as that safaruddin(dr.sam)haha..he never turn up yesterday..bloody hell..anyway,the part when its cake time..she was very surprise from the looks of her face..haha..HAPPY BIRTHDAY,SHERLYN!!!okie..currently hearing this song called hungerian suiside song..why is the title like tat??now i will tell you the story..
hungerian suicide song:
[Gloomy Sunday] was written in 1933. Its melody and original lyrics were the creation of RezsÅ‘ Seress, a self-taught pianist and composer born in Hungary in 1899. The crushing hopelessness and bitter despair which characterised the two stanzas penned by Seress were superseded by the more mournful, melancholic verses of Hungarian poet László Jávor. When the song came to public attention it quickly earned its reputation as a ’suicide song’. Reports from Hungary alleged individuals had taken their lives after listening to the haunting melody, or that the lyrics had been left with their last letters. Spooky, isn’t it? But that’s only the beginning of this bizarre and twisted tale. Read on…if you dare… …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-storey 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’s 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 neighbours, 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 neighbours 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, Reszo Seress, the man who had composed the controversial song, was also to experience the adverse effects of his creation. He wrote to his ex-fiancee, 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. Man, I’m not even sure whether I should (or indeed, can) in good conscience finish off this post. I won’t lie to you – I’m really scared of the potential consequences. But we’ve come this far…and I’m in a black, black place in my life at the moment. Let’s push on. Let’s see where this takes us. Let’s toy with death and the forces of the supernatural. Are you curious about the fate of the composer? Do you want to know what happened to him following the dubious “successes” of his masterpiece of pain?
