La Vie Boheme

ANGEL: Who died? BENNY: Our Akita ANGEL, ROGER: Evita BENNY: 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 MARK: Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes COLLINS & ROGER: Dies irae - dies illa, Kyrie eleison Yitgadal v'yitkadash MARK: 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 ALL: La vie Boheme La vie Boheme La vie Boheme La vie Boheme MARK: 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 Absolute - to choice- To the Village Voice- To any passing fad To being an us for once ... instead of a them!! ALL: La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme MR. GREY: Ahhemm MAUREEN: Hey Mister - she's my sister WAITER: So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter And one pasta with meatless balls ROGER: Eww COLLINS: It tastes the same MIMI: If you close your eyes WAITER: And thirteen orders of fries Is that it here? ALL: Wine and beer! MIMI & ANGEL: 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 MAUREEN & COLLINS: Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion Creation, vacation MARK: Mucho masturbation MAUREEN & COLLINS: Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new COLLINS: To Sontag ANGEL: To Sondheim FOUR GIRLS: To anything taboo COLLINS & ROGER: Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage, COLLINS: Lenny Bruce ROGER: Langston Hughes MAUREEN: To the stage BOHEMIANS: To Uta. To Buddha. Pablo Neruda, too. MARK & MIMI: Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow To blow off Auntie Em ALL: La vie Boheme MR. GREY: Sisters? MAUREEN & JOANNE: We're close ANGELS & COLLINS: Brothers! MARK, ANGEL & MIMI: Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman German wine, turpetine, Gertrude Stein Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa Carmina Burana ALL: To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy Vaclav Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC To no shame - never playing the Fame Game COLLINS: To marijuana ALL: To sodomy, it's between God and me To S & M BENNY: Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter! ALL: La vie Boheme COLLINS: 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. ROGER: And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability To hold an erection on the high holy days. MARK: 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. (Roger plays a solo) That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz!" COLLINS: Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions From Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub. ANGEL: And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist - Including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the M.I.T. Virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words: ALL: "Actual reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS" MIMI: Excuse me - did I do something wrong? I get invited - then ignored all night long ROGER: I've been trying - I'm not lying No one's perfect. I've got baggage MIMI: Life's too short, babe, time is flying I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine ROGER: I should tell you MIMI: I've got baggage too ROGER: I should tell you ROGER & MIMI: Baggage ALL: Wine and beer! MIMI: AZT break ROGER: You? MIMI: Me. You? ROGER: Mimi