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 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 hookie, making something Outta 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 & 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' La vie boheme La vie boheme Ahemm Hey mister, she's my sister... So that's five miso soup Four seaweed salad Three soy burger dinner Two tofu dog platter & one pasta with meatless balls Ugh It tastes the same If you close your eyes Is that it here? Wine & beer! To hand-crafted beers, made in local breweries To yoga, to yogurt, to rice & beans & cheese To leather, to dildos. to curry vindaloo To huevos, rancheros, & Maya Angelou Emotion, devoting, to cauing 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 & Cage Lenny Bruce Langston Hughes To the stage! To Uta To Buddha Pablo Neruda, too Why Dorothy & Toto went Over the rainbow To blow off Auntie Em! La vie boheme Sisters? We're close Brothers! Bisexuals, trisexuals Homosapiens, carcinogens, hallucinogens Men. Pee Wee Herman German wine, turpentine Gerturde Stein Antionioni, Bertolucci, Kurasowa Carmina Burana To apathy, to entropy, ecstasy Vaclav Havel, the Sex Pistols, 8BC To no shame ever playing the fame game To marijuana To sodomy, it's between God & 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 Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular, One-night engagement at the 11th street lot, Will sing native american tribal chants Backwards through her vocoder, While accompanying herself on the electric cello Which she ain't never studied Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary About his inability to hold an Erection on high holy days Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap Will perform her famous lawn-chair handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet Evocative song That doesn't remind us of 'Musetta's Waltz' Angel Dumott Schunard will model Her latest fall fashions from Paris While accompanying herself On the 10-gallon, plastic pickle tub & Collins will recount his Exploits as anarchist Including, his successful reprogramming Of the MIT 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 bee trying, I'm not lying No one's perfect, I've got baggage Life's to short, babe The 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 & beer!
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