La Vie Boheme Lyrics

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 La vie boheme 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 in 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& 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