La Vie Boheme

Who died?
Our Akita
Evita

You make fun
Yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?

Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead

Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes
Dies irae dies illa
Here she lies (Kyrie eleison)
No one knew her worth (Yitgadal v'yitkadash)
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we
Celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass
You bet your ass to
La vie Boheme

La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme

To days of inspiration
Playing hookey
Making something out of nothing (La vie Boheme)
The need to express
To communicate (La vie Boheme)
To going against the grain
Going insane (La vie Boheme)
Going mad (La vie Boheme)
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension (La vie Boheme)
To starving for attention
Hating convention, hating pretension (La vie Boheme)
Not to mention of course
Hating dear old Mom and Dad (La vie Boheme, la vie Boheme)
To riding your bike
Midday past the three-piece suits (La vie Boheme)
To fruits, to no absolutes (La vie Boheme)
To Absolute, to choice
To The Village Voice (La vie Boheme)
To any passing fad
To being an us for once
Instead of a them

La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
Hey Mister, she's my sister

So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls

Eww
It tastes the same
If you close your eyes
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?
Wine and beer!

To hand-crafted beers
Made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou

Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation
Mucho masturbation
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new
To Sontag
To Sondheim
To anything taboo

Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage
Lenny Bruce
Langston Hughes
To the stage
To Uta, To Buddha, Pablo Neruda, too

Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow?
To blow off Auntie Em
La vie Boheme

Sisters?
We're close
Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, homosapiens
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men
Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpetine, Gertrude Stein
Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy
Vaclav Havel
The Sex Pistols
8BC
To no shame
Never playing the fame game
To marijuana

To sodomy, it's between God and me
To S&M

Waiter, waiter, waiter!
La vie Boheme (waiter!)

In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon
Will commence immediately following dinner
Maureen Johnson
Just back from her spectacular one-night
Engagement at the eleventh street lot
Will perform Native American tribal chants
Backwards through her vocoder
While accompanying herself on the electric cello
Which she ain't never studied

And Mark Cohen will preview his
New documentary about his inability
To hold an erection on the high holy days

And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap
Will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance
To the sounds of iced tea being stirred
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song
That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz"

Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions
From Paris while accompanying herself
On the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub

And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist
Including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT
Virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words
Actual reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS

Excuse me, did I do something wrong?
I get invited, then ignored all night long
I've been trying, I'm not lying
No one's perfect, I've got baggage

Life's too short, babe, time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine
I should tell you
I've got baggage too
Should tell you, baggage
Wine and beer!

AZT break
You?
Me. You?
Mimi



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson
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