Named after the Polish contemporary classical composer who wrote, among other pieces, the catchy Symphony Of Sorrowful Songs, this is the SGWB equivalent of T.S Eliot's The Wasteland.
Clocking in at over 6 self-torturing minutes, this song incrementally ups the pain ante, and is a good example of the 'alternate universe' school of SGWB music: a Lord Of The Rings style saga heaps with generous spoonfuls of bittersweet lament as it paints a picture of sexual union as the dynamo around which all of the spheres of the cosmos orbit. It is generally only selected by true breakup experts, who have the requisite accumulation of heartbreak required to enter this maudlin marathon and come out the other side unscathed. Too little and it's like being drown in treacle, too much...and she's probably already been found with an empty bottle of pills and a note scrawled on the mirror in lipstick.
So the ideal candidate would be Helen, 36 year old regional manager of a savings and loans society, who's clocked up 5 aborted lovey dovey scenarios in the last 7 years. And forms a sort of pick'n'mix montage in her mind's eye starring the emotionally abusive Kenneth, the chemically dependent Aaron, Steve the workaholic, Thomas the Scientologist, and most recently Benjamin, who ran off a girl he met at the gym. She bears all of these memories with a stoic countenance, appearing sadly handsome like some French actress in an SBS movie, her face like decorative figure on the bow of a ship as it plunges again into dark and stormy waters.
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