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)
 (Yitgadal v'yitkadash)
 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
 La vie boheme
 La vie boheme
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 La vie boheme
 To days of inspiration, playing hooky, 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 Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice
 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?
 Ew
 It tastes the same
 If you close your eyes
 An' 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, homo sapiens
 Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman
 German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
 Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana
 To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
 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 an anarchist
 Including the tale of his successful reprogramming
 Of the M.I.T. virtual reality equipment
 To self-destruct as it broadcast 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
 I should tell you
 Baggage, wine and beer
 AZT break
 You?
 Me, you?
 Mimi