La Vie Boheme
( ) = spoken
No please no
Not tonight please no
Mister - can't you go -
Not tonight - can't have a scene
What?
Go, please go;
You - hello, sir -
I said no
Important customer
What am I - just a blur?
You sit all night - you never buy!
That's a lie - that's a lie
I had a tea the other day
You couldn't pay.
Oh yeah
Benjamin Coffin III - here?
Oh no!
Wine and beer!
The enemy of Avenue A
We'll stay
Oiy vey!
What brings the mogul in his own mind
To the Life Cafe?
I would like to propose a toast
To Maureen's noble try
It went well
Go to hell
Was the yuppie scum stomped
Not counting the homeless
How many tickets weren't comp'ed
Why did Muffy -
Allison
Miss the show?
There was a death in the family
If you must know
Who died?
Our Akita
Evita
Mimi - I'm surprised
A bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers
Who don't adhere to deals
They 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
Kyrie Eleison
Yitgadal v' Yitkadash
Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On this night 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, 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
Is the equipment in a pyramid?
It is, Maureen
The mixer doesn't have a case
Don't give me that face
Ahhemm
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
Ugh
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, 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
And wipe off the sneakers before you pack
Yes, Maureen
Well - hurry back
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
(In honor of the death of bohemia an impromptu salon will commence immediately
following dinner... Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her
famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred.
Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold
an erection on high holy days.
Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the
Eleventh Street lot, will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through
her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello - which she
has never studied.)
Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us?
There's nothing to know
Don't you think that we should discuss -
It was three months ago
He doesn't act like he's with you
We're taking it slow
Where is he now?
He's right - hmm
Uh huh
Where'd he go?
(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
MIT virtual reality equipment to self-
Destruct, as it broadcast the words.
'Actual reality - act up - fight AIDS'
Check!!
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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