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Gloomy Sunday

Yes, I got hit by another emotional asteroid and decided to channelise the emotion into discovering something intelligible to the brain. Seems like Musicology provides just the answer I was getting at. There are, in fact, songs that can trigger depression and songs like this 'Hungarian Suicide Song' have been banned from the airwaves for their effect on the general psyche. You can find it as the 'Gloomy Sunday' song on Youtube, it has been covered by several artisted and I liked Portishead's version a lot. While on youtube also see "Ten Ways - Gloomy Sunday" for the interpretation of the song by a musicologist.

Perhaps it is the dialect that does not let me connect with any of the 'international suicide chartbusters'. I didn't feel 'sucked in' by Radiohead's 'Creep' or Rihanna's 'Love the way you Lie' as much as I felt distraught by 'Koi Fariyaad' and 'Tum Bin'. I am sure I will find just the note I am searching for. I am not quite sure why I am looking for the note though, I believe music will provide to be a better companion to me than the sinister human beings I have chanced upon. Will keep you posted on my latest finds.

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