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发信人: eeric (阳光、空气，音乐), 信区: Rock
标 题: 补充II
发信站: 荔园晨风BBS站 (Fri Mar 1 08:55:12 2002), 转信
一起来练习一下英语阅读能力吧...(懒得自己去翻译了。)
What is the saddest song ever written? There must be many contenders for
this dubious distinction although Gloomy Sunday probably has a head-start over
its rivals.
The song, composed by the Hungarian Rezsó Seress to words by Lásló Jávor,
was first published in Budapest in 1933. It is a typical schmalzy
gipsy-band piece, representative of the slow lassu section of the
traditional csardas which is invariably sad in character. And sad this
certainly is - a melancholy love-song in which a man declares that as his
sweetheart refuses to believe he really loves her, there is only one way to
prove his devotion. One gloomy Sunday, he insists, he will kill himself -
and then she will know...
The song immediately caught on despite its morbidity. Paul Robeson made a fine
recording of it, and so did the once-revered Hutch in a very different
version. The haunting tune was indeed recorded and broadcast all round the
world, attaining great popularity everywhere...
There was one unfortunate consequence though. Significant numbers of young
Budapest swains demonstrated that they were taking the song's sentiments too
literally for comfort. Indeed, the Danube was becoming partially dammed by the
bodies of love-lorn youths seeking to prove their devotion by diving into its
far from blue waters - and always on a Sunday of course. The same sort of
thing was reported from other countries too - even a woman in the East End
of London is reputed to have put her head in a gas oven after listening to the
song and taking its message to heart. The B.B.C. and other broadcasting
authorities are said to have been forced to ban the song because of its lethal
effect and its growing reputation for bringing bad luck and disaster to all
who heard it. A publicity stunt? Maybe - but there is a curious sting in the
tail.
Our story moves on three decades to February, 1968. It is a cold, bleak
February Sunday in Budapest. Luckily there is hardly anyone about in the
street when a man's body suddenly hurtles down from the eighth floor of an
apartment block. The subsequent inquest returned a verdict of suicide while of
unsound mind. The victim? None other than the 69-year-old composer, Rezso
Seress. Despite having made a fortune from Gloomy Sunday he had long
suffered from recurring depression because he had never been able to produce
another song anywhere near as good...
It is a sad tale about a sad song, but it is good to be able to report that
the ill-luck curse of Gloomy Sunday seems at last to have been exorcised
with the composer's macabre death *&'$!"!+ (*$%!"&_()￡￡$&'$!&) *"&￡&
'%&'(&('$*!&'%$￡"'$￡&'%(&')(_) +'%)*&))(*&' %_$&%&')*_(_!& $￡
(%IT)+%)()*&+'%$￡*)' %*￡$!"%*&'$ ￡*&)(*&'%+_)()(*&' %_)!"*& '%*&'%.
Copyright ? Richard Graves, June 3rd 1999
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