La Vie Boheme

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 (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, to more than one dimension (La vie Boheme, 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, la vie Boheme)

To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits (La vie Boheme)

To fruits, to no absolutes

To Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice (La vie Boheme)

(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?

Ew

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

Sisters?

We're close

Brothers!

Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens

Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman

German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein

Antoniotti, 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, 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 10 gallon plastic pickle tub

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 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

Should tell you

Baggage, wine and beer

AZT break

You?

Me, you?

Mimi