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g l o o m y   s u n d a y

a n g i   m a r i a n i   /   l l o y d   l e w e r y   l y r i c s   (incorp. Sam M. Lewis lyrics and Rezső Seress translation)

recording artists include:
  • Eminemmylou featuring Legs MC

    Eminemmylou main vocals/raps
    Legs MC raps - italics

    www.eminemmylou.com

Luck is what you make of it (Yeah, sure)
There's no such thing as good or bad luck
You've just gotta be positive (Yeah, sure)
If you're of a gloomy disposition
You will be unlucky you know (Yeah, sure)
I'm telling you, I was the happiest rapper in town
And now I'm gloomy 'cause I'm unlucky (I'm just angry)
I'm gloomy

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 thoughts of ever returning you (Never returning you)
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
(Would they be angry? Would they be angry? Would they be angry?)

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Monday, Gloomy Tuesday, Gloomy Wednesday
Gloomy Thursday, Gloomy Friday, Gloomy Saturday, Gloomy Sunday (Yeah)

Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all (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 (This isn't a dream)
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

On a sad Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died, love has died
The world has come to its end
Hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners
Lord, they make mistakes... the world has ended!
Lord, they make mistakes... the world has ended!
Lord, they make mistakes... the world has ended!
  (Gloomy Sunday)

Dreaming, I was only dreaming (not real, this is not real)
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here
(we need to wake up, we need to go, we need to wake up, we need to go)
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
(that my dream never haunted you)
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
(how much I wanted you, yeah)

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Monday, Gloomy Tuesday, Gloomy Wednesday
Gloomy Thursday, Gloomy Friday, Gloomy Saturday, Gloomy Sunday

What's gloomier than Gloomy Sunday, Eminemmygloom?

Gloomy Monday, Gloomy Tuesday, Gloomy Wednesday
Gloomy Thursday, Gloomy Friday, Gloomy Saturday, Gloomy Sunday


Hey it's not worth it
Sundays are forever sad
Why do you want to see flowers on your grave?
Why not enjoy them now?
Don't go hating
That don't please no-one
You're fine looking
You got brains
Why be gloomy?
It's kind of doomy
What'd you mean
Fuck off, who me?
If I'm saying the wrong things then sue me
But first you've gotta get back from the ledge
I know girl, I know you're on the edge
But just hold on
And I'm not religious neither, nor drunk
But you've gotta forgive yourself
And all the other suckers too
Else it might be better just to jump
I been there too man
Much higher building than this one
And some do-gooding ass said
Luck is what you make of it
You just gotta be positive
You're gonna survive
Yeah

Sunday should be my day of peace
Sunday should be my day of rest
On the runway to say the least
And now's my time to stay in bed
'Cause I've forgotten more of them
Than I can care to remember
Outside the temperature is dropping
With the real air of December
You can't buckle it down
It's just the general Brighton mood
Some clubbers still walk the town
After a heavy old night on the booze
All I need is a mic and a booth
Plus a little more light in this room
Then I can try to resume
My eternal fight for the truth
Catch the omnibus
Hope I've got enough cash for roast dinner
Snuck up pretty quick
Me and my lass
Cuddle up like old women
Not getting out of bed now
We'll just leave the phone ringing
Or maybe I should just spit a rap
And let the flows hit 'em
Or go with 'em
Or stroll with 'em