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La Vie Boheme
ANGEL:Who died?
BENNY:Our Akita
ANGEL, ROGER:Evita
BENNY: 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
MARK: Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes
COLLINS & ROGER: Dies irae - dies illa, Kyrie eleison Yitgadal v'yitkadash
MARK: Here she lies, no one knew her worth 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
ALL: La vie Boheme La vie Boheme La vie Boheme La vie Boheme
MARK: To days of inspiration Playing hookey, making Something out of nothing The need to express- To communicate, To going against the grain, Going insane, going mad To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension, To starving for attention, Hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course, Hating dear old Mom and Dad To riding your bike, Midday past the three-piece suits To fruits - to no absolutes- To Absolute - to choice- To the Village Voice- To any passing fad To being an us for once ... instead of a them!!
ALL: La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme
MR. GREY: Ahhemm
MAUREEN: Hey Mister - she's my sister
WAITER: So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter And one pasta with meatless balls
ROGER: Eww
COLLINS: It tastes the same
MIMI: If you close your eyes
WAITER: And thirteen orders of fries Is that it here?
ALL: Wine and beer!
MIMI & ANGEL: 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
MAUREEN & COLLINS: Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion Creation, vacation
MARK: Mucho masturbation
MAUREEN & COLLINS: Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new
COLLINS: To Sontag
ANGEL: To Sondheim
FOUR GIRLS: To anything taboo
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com COLLINS & ROGER: Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage,
COLLINS: Lenny Bruce
ROGER: Langston Hughes
MAUREEN: To the stage
BOHEMIANS: To Uta. To Buddha. Pablo Neruda, too.
MARK & MIMI: Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow To blow off Auntie Em
ALL: La vie Boheme
MR. GREY: Sisters?
MAUREEN & JOANNE: We're close
ANGELS & COLLINS: Brothers!
MARK, ANGEL & MIMI: Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman German wine, turpetine, Gertrude Stein Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa Carmina Burana
ALL: To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy Vaclav Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC To no shame - never playing the Fame Game
COLLINS: To marijuana
ALL: To sodomy, it's between God and me To S & M
BENNY: Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter!
ALL: La vie Boheme
COLLINS: 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.
ROGER: And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days.
MARK: 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. (Roger plays a solo) That doesn't remind us of 'Musetta's Waltz!'
COLLINS: Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.
ANGEL: And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist - including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the M.I.T. virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words:
ALL: 'Actual reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS'
MIMI: Excuse me - did I do something wrong? I get invited - then ignored all night long
ROGER: I've been trying - I'm not lying No one's perfect. I've got baggage
MIMI: Life's too short, babe, time is flying I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine
ROGER: I should tell you
MIMI: I've got baggage too
ROGER: I should tell you
ROGER & MIMI: Baggage
ALL: Wine and beer!
MIMI: AZT break
ROGER: You?
MIMI: Me. You?
ROGER: Mimi
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