{"id":6027,"date":"2007-02-19T16:26:15","date_gmt":"2007-02-19T21:26:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6027"},"modified":"2022-10-12T14:47:23","modified_gmt":"2022-10-12T18:47:23","slug":"are-there-any-regrets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6027","title":{"rendered":"“Are there any regrets?”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Christine Lavin<\/a>. Songwriter, folk singer, supporter of the independent folk scene, a total legend. My group of college friends all used to be so so into her, I’ve seen her play a bazillion times and I have discovered other musicians I absolutely adore because of her. Cliff Eberhardt mostly – God. I just love that man and his music. But also Lucy Kaplansky. These are people I see whenever they come within a 50 mile radius of New York City – but it all goes back to Lavin. I got into her in college – and introduced her music to my boyfriend at the time – and he loved it. We saw her play a million times together. If you’ve never heard any of her stuff – I highly recommend it. Some of it is absolutely hilarious – her song about only dating guys with air conditioners really hit a nerve with me<\/a>. And her song (a true story) about playing baseball for the first time – as an adult – and the WHIRLWIND of ensuing emotions is a true classic – and it brings me to tears at the end almost every time I hear it. She also has a way of capturing tiny moments … snapshots … indelible images … the fleeting quality of beauty, or love, or peace … She really knows how to write about that stuff.<\/p>\n

Here’s the lyrics to one of her songs.<\/p>\n

The Kind of Love You Never Recover From<\/b>
\n\u00a9 1990 Christine Lavin<\/p>\n

I know a couple
\nShe sits in a rocking chair working puzzles
\nHe watches TV upstairs
\nShe has a secret she has never let out
\nA man she thinks he never knew about.
\nShe hasn’t seen him in 30 years
\nThe mention of his name doesn’t brings on tears
\nIf you ask her “Are there any regrets?”
\nShe’ll tell you “No”
\nBut she never forgets.<\/p>\n

It was The Kind of Love You Never Recover From
\nEven though she found another one to take his place
\nShe never will escape the truth
\nAt times like this
\nWhen the moon is bright
\nWhen the air is foggy like it is tonight
\nShe’ll think about what might have been
\nIf she had just held on to him.<\/p>\n

I know a man who has done it all
\nHe sailed the oceans
\nClimbed the mountains of Nepal
\nHe lives high up on the Avenue
\nWith a beautiful wife
\nLovely children too.
\nBut there’s a woman he still dreams about
\nCertian thing’s he’s learned to live without
\nIf you ask him “Are there any regrets?”
\nHe’ll tell you “No”
\nBut he never forgets.<\/p>\n

It was The Kind of Love You Never Recover From
\nEven though he found another one to take her place
\nHe never will escape the truth
\nAt times like this
\nWhen the moon is bright
\nWhen the air is foggy like it is tonight
\nHe’ll think about what might have been
\nIf he had not let her
\nSlip away from him.<\/p>\n

I read about a woman who said
\nShe never regretted
\nAnything she’s ever done
\nSuch arrogant words always seem to be spoken by those
\nWho then die young.<\/p>\n

So here am I
\nLooking at you
\nOh tell me
\nWhat are we gonna do?
\nAm I destined to be your regret
\nAre you that one I will never forget?
\nYears from now will we curse the day
\nYou let me let you walk away
\nIsn’t this too dear a price to pay
\nFor the freedom
\nOf going separate ways?<\/p>\n

This is The Kind of Love You Never Recover From
\nDon’t tell me that I’m gonna find another one to take your place
\nI never will escape the truth
\nAt times like this
\nWhen the moon is bright
\nWhen the air is foggy like it is tonight
\nI’ll think how sweet life could be
\nIf you would stay with me
\nOh stay with me
\nThis is The Kind of Love You Never Recover From
\nDon’t tell me that I’m gonna find another one to take your place
\nAnd try to face the truth
\nLet me hold you close tonight
\nThe fog has lifted
\nAnd the moon is so bright
\nThink how sweet life could be
\nIf you would stay with me
\nOh stay with me
\nThis is The Kind of Love You Never Recover From.
\nThis is The Kind of Love You Never Recover From.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Christine Lavin. Songwriter, folk singer, supporter of the independent folk scene, a total legend. My group of college friends all used to be so so into her, I’ve seen her play a bazillion times and I have discovered other musicians … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[17],"tags":[1913,1729],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6027"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6027"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6027\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":180199,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6027\/revisions\/180199"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6027"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6027"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6027"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}