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黑色星期天》的由来:



  《黑色星期天》,也叫《忧郁的星期天》,是匈牙利钢琴手鲁兰斯・查理斯遭遇爱情失败后于1933年写下的乐曲。歌中描述了一个不幸的男子无法将其所爱的人重新召回身边的经历。该曲情调极度哀伤,此后据说有100多人在听了这首歌后相继自杀,被人们称为“魔鬼的邀请书”。一时间,神秘的恐怖气氛笼罩着欧美。



据悉,1929年美国还未完全摆脱股市崩溃所触发的经济大萧条的阴影,又于1937-1938年之间再度陷入严重的经济衰退。这给大批失业者及其家庭带来相当强的绝望情绪。这种情绪波及到了整个社会并导致该乐曲迅速在美国流行。不少因股市崩溃的美国人自杀后被人联系到该音乐的流行,于是,美、英、法、西班牙等国家的电台为此特别召开了一次特别会议,号召欧美各国联合抵制《黑色星期天》。此后,全世界所有的国家开始销毁有关这首乐曲的资料,该曲被查禁长达13年之久。至于作曲家本人创作该曲的动机,连精神分析家和心理学家也无法作出圆满的解释。

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黑色的星期天》的“国际音乐奇案”



五十多年前,音乐史上曾发生过一桩著名的“国际音乐奇案”:人们为听一首乐曲而自杀的事件接连不断地发生。
  当时某天,在比利时的某酒吧,人们正在一边品着美酒,一边听音乐。当乐队刚刚演奏完法国作曲家鲁兰斯・查理斯创作的《黑色的星期天》这首管弦乐曲时,就听到一声歇斯底里的大喊:“我实在受不了啦!”只见一名匈牙利青年一仰脖子喝光了杯中酒,掏出手枪朝自己太阳穴扣动扳机,“砰”地一声就倒在血泊里。
  一名女警察对此案进行调查,但费尽九牛二虎之力,也查不出这青年为什么要自杀。最后,她抱着侥幸心理买来一张那天乐队演奏过的《黑色的星期天》的唱片,心想,也许从这里可以找到一点破案的蛛丝马迹。她把唱片放了一遍后,结果也自杀了。人们在她的办公桌上发现她留给警察局长的遗言:“局长阁下:我受理的案件不用继续侦查了,其凶手就是乐曲《黑色的星期天》。我在听这首曲子时,也忍受不了它那悲伤旋律的刺激,只好谢绝人世了。”
  无独有偶。美国纽约市一位开朗活泼的女打字员与人闲聊时,听说《黑色的星期天》如何使人伤感,便好奇地借了这首乐曲的唱片回家听。第二天她没有去上班,人们在她房间发现她已自杀身亡,唱机上正放着那张《黑色的星期天》的唱片。她在遗书中说:“我无法忍受它的旋律,这首曲子就是我的葬礼曲目。”
  在华盛顿,有位刚成名的钢琴演奏家应邀参加一个沙龙聚会,并为来宾演奏。席间一位来宾突然接到她母亲车祸身亡的长途电话,因为那天正好是星期天,便请钢琴家为其母演奏《黑色的星期天》以示哀悼。钢琴家极不情愿地弹了这首曲子,刚演奏完毕,便由于过度悲伤,导致心脏病发作而扑倒在钢琴上,再也没有起来。
  在意大利米兰,一个音乐家听说了这些奇闻之后感到困惑不解,他不相信《黑色的星期天》会造成如此严重的后果,便试着在自己客厅里用钢琴弹奏了一遍,竟也死在钢琴旁,并在《黑色的星期天》的乐谱上写下这样的遗言:“这乐曲的旋律太残酷了,这不是人类所能忍受的曲子,毁掉它吧,不然会有更多的人因受刺激而丧命。”
  《黑色的星期天》当时被人们称为“魔鬼的邀请书”,至少有100人因听了它而自杀,因而曾被查禁长达13年之久。关于作曲家本人创作曲子的动机,连精神分析家和心理学家也无法作出圆满的解释。
  由于自杀的人越来越多,美、英、法、西班子等诸多国家的电台便召开了一次特别会议,号召欧美各国联合抵制《黑色的星期天》
  这首杀人的乐曲终于被销毁了,作者也因为内疚而在临终前忏悔道:“没想到,这首乐曲给人类带来了如此多的灾难,让上帝在另一个世界来惩罚我的灵魂吧!”



黑色星期天――歌词:



我的时间在沉睡     
亲爱的,我生活在无数暗影中     
白色的小花将不再能唤醒你     
黑色的悲伤轿车(灵车!)上载着你     
天使们将不会回顾到你     
他们是不是愤怒了,因为我想加入你(你们?)     
绝望的星期天     
星期天是绝望的     
和暗影一起我将它结束     
我的心脏和我都相信这是它的终结     
很快这里的鲜花和祈祷文将是悲伤的     
我知道,(这祷文)让他们不哭泣     
让他们知道我很高兴离开     
死亡不是梦     
因为我在死亡中爱抚着你     
在我灵魂最后的呼吸中我祝福你     
绝望的星期天     
梦中     
我不只是在梦中     
我醒来并且寻找你     
我的心脏陷入深深的睡眠     
亲爱的     
心上人我希望我的梦不会让你苦恼     
我的心脏告诉你我有多么想你     
绝望的星期天



这首歌在风风雨雨中,依然在告说着它的郁伤,它、只是一支郁伤的歌曲……



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这个版本的,听着有些享受的感觉…


http://www.e898.net/home/5i56/gui/gui/GloomySunday.mp3
 
一般
弹钢琴的那个家伙没什么才华,体现不出来曲子的原本意思
 
我以前的室友在家放这首歌,然后家的的猫就从18楼跳下去了.....
 
最初由 北极明明 发布
我以前的室友在家放这首歌,然后家的的猫就从18楼跳下去了.....

结果怎样?
 
Gloomy Sunday

t h e s u i c i d e s o n g
Gloomy Sunday - the notorious 'Hungarian Suicide Song' - was written in 1933. Its melody and original lyrics were the creation of Rezsô Seress, a self-taught pianist and composer born in Hungary in 1899.

The crushing hopelessness and bitter despair which characterised the two stanza 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.

The lyricists Sam M. Lewis and Desmond Carter each penned an English translatation of the song. It was Lewis's version, first recorded by Hal Kemp and his Orchestra, with Bob Allen on vocals (1936), that was to become the most widely covered.

The popularity of Gloomy Sunday increased greatly through its interpretation by Billie Holiday (1941). In an attempt to alleviate the pessemistic tone a third stanza was added to this version, giving the song a dreamy twist, yet still the suicide reputation remained. Gloomy Sunday was banned from the playlists of major radio broadcasters around the world. The B.B.C. deemed it too depressing for the airwaves.

Despite all such bans, Gloomy Sunday continued to be recorded and sold.

People continued to buy the recordings; some committed suicide.

Rezsô Seress jumped to his death from his flat in 1968.

d e s m o n d c a r t e r l y r i c s
Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created
I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling

Saddest of Sundays

Then came a Sunday when you came to find me
They bore me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved and I bless you forever

Last of all Sundays



s a m m l e w i s l y r i c s
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 sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday

http://www.phespirit.info/gloomysunday/
 
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