{"id":11108,"date":"2014-06-15T20:44:48","date_gmt":"2014-06-15T20:44:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=11108"},"modified":"2020-03-30T15:45:37","modified_gmt":"2020-03-30T15:45:37","slug":"gloomy-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=11108","title":{"rendered":"Gloomy Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"<address style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u203e<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abThis next song was sung by Billie Holliday, called <strong>Gloomy Sunday<\/strong>, and when she first recorded on the radio, there was a &#8230; protest &#8230; from the record company, because it was &#8230; uh &#8230; it was too pessimistic and depressing. Therefore they had it changed the ending to make it more&#8230; optimistic and hopeful. And at that moment was born the first pop music. I don&#8217;t do it that way, of course.\u00bb<\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/diamandagalas.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Diamanda Galas<\/a>\u2190<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/yy94_OwOads\" height=\"360\" width=\"480\" allowfullscreen=\"\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>With flowers in my arms, for the grief I&#8217;d created<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I waited &#8216;til dreams like my heart were all broken<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Saddest of Sundays<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Then came the Sunday when you came to find me<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>They brought me to church and I left you behind me<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The earth and the flowers are forever above me<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered &#8216;never&#8217;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>But you I have loved and I bless you forever<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Last of all Sundays<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/48cTUnUtzx4\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen=\"\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Sunday is gloomy, &nbsp;&nbsp;My hours are slumberless<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Dearest the shadows &nbsp;I live with are numberless<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Little white flowers &nbsp; will never awaken you<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Not where the black coach of &nbsp;Sorrow has taken you<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Angels have no thought &nbsp;of ever returning you<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Would they be angry &nbsp;if I thought of joining you?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Gloomy Sunday<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Gloomy is Sunday, &nbsp;with shadows I spend it all<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>My heart and I &nbsp;have decided to end it all<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Soon there&#8217;ll be candles<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And prayers that are said I know<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Let them not weep<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Let them know that I&#8217;m glad to go<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Death is no dream<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>For in death I&#8217;m caressin&#8217; you<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>With the last breath of my soul<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I&#8217;ll be blessin&#8217; you<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Gloomy Sunday<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Dreaming, I was only dreaming<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I wake and I find you asleep &nbsp;in the deep of my heart, dear<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Darling I hope &nbsp;that my dream never haunted you<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>My heart is tellin&#8217; you &nbsp;how much I wanted you<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Gloomy Sunday<\/strong><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/r-KBYHXS2vs\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen=\"\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&nbsp; The Hungarian Suicide Song by &nbsp;\u2191 &nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Bjork&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u203e \u00abThis next song was sung by Billie Holliday, called Gloomy Sunday, and when she first recorded on the radio, there was a &#8230; protest &#8230; from the record company, because it was &#8230; uh &#8230; it was too pessimistic and depressing. 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