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(Diamanda Galás speaking) This next song was sung by Billie Holiday,
called "Gloomy Sunday". Um, when she first recorded it on the
radio there was a, um, protest from the record
company because it was... too pessimistic and
depressing. Therefore they had her change the ending
to make it more optimistic and hopeful. And that moment was born the first
pop music. I don't do it that way, of course.
(starts playing piano)
Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms, for the grief 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 the Sunday when you came to find me
They brought me to church, and I left you behind me
My eyes would not see what 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 love you forever
Last of all Sundays