Song 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
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

(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, going mad (la vie Boheme)
To loving tension, no pension (la vie Boheme)
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)
To riding your bike (la vie Boheme)
Midday past the three-piece suits (la vie Boheme)
To fruits, to no absolutes
To Absolute, to choice (la vie Boheme)
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, Cunnigham 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, 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, waiter!

La vie Boheme

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 ten gallon plastic pickle tub

And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist
Including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T.
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!

A.z.t. break

You?

Me, you?

Mimi

Jonathan D. Larson

The duration of La Vie Boheme is 6:59 minutes and seconds.