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La Vie Boheme B Lyrics - Rent - Rent

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&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 

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