La Vie Boheme A & B

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