Wicked Game

More often than not I find myself watching random runs of one of my favourite SitComs - FRIENDS. When it was my first run through the second season, a song that played in the background in an episode for a mere 7 seconds got stuck into my head. I could not make peace with life until I tracked down the track. Ladies and gentlemen, we are talking about Chris Isaak's Wicked Game.

I am yet to be as smitten by a song, that haunts you so sweetly with the melancholy of heart break and hopeless love, as I am by this one. According to Chris Isaak, who sung as well as wrote it, Wicked Game portrays a tale of obsessive love. In as little as practically two verses the song brings out a moony eyed lover, who loved and lost. A lover who is so heart broken that getting over is something he cannot face. He wants his lady love back, yet does not. He cannot let her go, and she is not coming back to him. The crazy whirlpool of love makes his heart churn and pine, making it difficult to break out of the vicious circle. 

Chris Isaak's voice has a strange drone which, alongwith the sedate music,  makes the song effusively passionate. The rather racy video adds to the tone that the song attempts to set. It may be slightly on the edge but does justice to the song. It stars Chris Isaak alongwith yesteryear supermodel Helena Christensen, set in black and white on a beach. 'Wicked Game' - the song - has featured in numerous SitComs and TV commercials. The video garnered its own share of appreciation and accolades.

There are not too many songs that make me think so much that I could write such a lot about them, and still be left with thoughts that may never find words. We have an exception here for sure. And this number makes it to my all time favourites. So what if it's all about heart break? It earns its spot.

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Lachrymose Musings

You don’t know why you do it. It’s only meant to hurt. A kind of pain that is neither easy to express in words nor easy to bear. The after-thought lingers, of what could be. Of what you wanted it to be. Of the memories, of the times. You live in two worlds – looking happy in one and actually lonely in the other.

Self-tormenting has become a habit it seems. Every little reminiscent fragment is precious. It brings back so many happy memories. One more pain inducing than the other. With the lull that stays within, you promise yourself never to go back the same alley. But the promise is meant to be broken, not once but each time. It is a cord that refuses to break. A bond that refuses to weaken. A dent that refuses to be mended. A crack that can never be fixed. You know you will go back; you want to. It kills you on the inside, but you have grown used to that pricking of the wound. It just refuses to heal, and you personally are of no particular help anyway. There are no regrets in life, only longing. And yearning. And of course, the refusal to move on. A sour conflict between the heart and the mind, resulting in heartache and then headache!

Overcome with sweet melancholy, you wish it never happened. Why did it, if it was never meant to be? Why leave behind something in your heart forever when it's not going to remain in your life at all? Anguished and desolate, you sleep over it. Loneliness is your constant companion. Oh heartbreak, you wretched thing!

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