RENT Soundtrack La Vie Boheme 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 p___ 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 a__ 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,
Hatind 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 b____

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 d____es, 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, h___ 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 s__ 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 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 got baggage too

I should tell you

Baggage

Wine and beer!

AZT break

You?

Me. You?

Mimi