LETRA 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 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 hookey, 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 (la vie Boheme) To more than one dimension (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) To riding your bike (la vie Boheme) Midday past the three-piece suits (la vie Boheme) To fruits, to no absolutes To Absolute, to choice (la vie Boheme) To the Village Voice (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 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 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, 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, homo 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 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 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?