The Music of Regret

2006

Music by Michael Rohatyn
Lyrics by Laurie Simmons



ACT 1

WOULDA SHOULDA COULDA
Woulda shoulda coulda
Woulda shoulda coulda
You wish you hada, but you didn't
You wish you were, but you're not.
Woulda shoulda coulda
Oh if only ida hada
But I didn't, so I'm not.

BASEMENTS
Music by Michael Rohatyn
Lyrics by Laurie Simmons

When a life so full of sorrow
Asks you what you've done.
Stick to what you know how
Not
what might
have been.

Basements – they still need cleaning,
Does this have meaning now?
Better wash the car…

We meant to drift, (We meant to go far)
Somewhere – too far,
But we had so much to do, (Paris, Peru)
With hammer, nails and glue. (Ho-no-lulu.)

Hedges – they still need clipping, (Just trim them, just clip them, just make it good.)
Faucets keep dripping too, (I'll do an honest job if you'll just)
Find me my tools! (Find me my tools!)

We learned all the rules
From the Fix-it Book for Fools,
It's a book we like to read…

What never happened (I remember)
Is so damned huge! (I remember)
And all that did, (Do you remember)
Is so small… (Too?)
Now there you stand,
You're the mirror in my rippled pond. (You're the mirror in my rippled pond.)

Old friend, (Old friend)
Do you remember… (I remember)
Feet that sprang? (Girls that stared)
Curly hair?
It was going to be a piece of cake. (It was going to be so great.)



ACT 2

EXCELLENT MOON
GIRL: 'Neath the kilohana moona
BOY: Sing an ahi ahi toona
BOTH: For our mana-wa-kolu, wakolulu love.
BOY: You're my kalani wa-hine.
GIRL: You're my punahele kane.
BOTH: You're my maka-lapua lani, maka-lapua lani dove.

BOTH: With the aha'aina male, we have reached our grand finale,
BOY: Where I pledge my love to, and to you alone.
BOTH: May our love now last forever, until the moment I say never,
BOTH: 'Neath the kilohana hau, hau oli moon.

BRIDGE:
It's a lovely time to be livin in the present
With an open mind See the driftins kinda pleasant
We get along
Like an old familiar song
Because love is this
Never speakin of our sorrow
And if it aint quite bliss
We could still get there tomorrow
And then when we're lovin again
Sing some other toon-a-loon

GIRL: From the mauna to the moana,
BOY: You will never be alon-a,
BOTH: Until a sweeter ku'uipo comes strolling along.
BOY: If she's younger and she'll kiss me,
GIRL: I assume you'll never miss me,
BOTH: 'Neath the kilohana hau, hau oli moon.


CAFÉ SONG
First the state of collapse, then the state of decay.
I was state of the art 'til I squandered my heart
And it wasted away.

When I chased you away, I had no place to stay.
All alone in my room had to dance with the broom,
I embraced it and swayed.

I danced a rhumba with time,
Which at first felt divine to me,
All of my partners were kind to me,
In my fantasy.

I dug tunnels through days,
Lived my nights in a haze.
I made romance a game, all the boys were the same,
Can't remember a name now …

Wouldn't share them at all, I was having a ball.
Chasing coat-tails and cocktails and orchids --
The splendid 'who cares?' of it all.

I danced a rhumba with time,
Which at first felt divine to me,
All of my partners were so kind to me,
Love was so blind to me.


RAIN SONG
Boy: Tell me what you see?
Girl: Nothing
Boy: Tell me what you see?
Girl: Raining
Boy: Tell me what you feel?

Boy: Wild is the storm all around us.
I sing all the time,
You don't hear me
-- Calling you.
Hide the sun, hide the moon,
Feel how it's raining

Girl: I love rainy nights … days …
All of the greens, blues and grays.
I like rain on skin,
Mist on hair but
-- You're not there.
Find the sun, find the moon,
This storm is passing.


LOVE GROWN COLD
As warm love turns to frosty ice,
The penguins move to paradise.
A chilly brow, an arctic flight (night),
You know the fun is over.

My toes are cold, they freeze the bed.
The climate change is in my head.
This perfect polar pitch we've struck,
Love's cooled again -
My awful luck.
It's getting cold out here.

It's bitter cold, it's bitter sweet.
That cold wind blows
Us down the street.
The fever broke,
It can't be fixed,
There's fog … when hot and cold are mixed.
It's getting cold out here.

The fever broke,
It can't be fixed,
There's fog … when hot and cold are mixed.
It's getting cold out here.



ACT 3

Instrumental.

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