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Lyricist: ABSOLUTE.
Lyrics:
No, please no Not tonight, please no Mister, can't you go? Not tonight, can't have a scene
What?
Go, please go You, hello, sir! I said no Important customer
What am I, just a blur?
You sit all night, you never buy!
That's a lie, that's a lie! I had a tea the other day
You couldn't pay
Oh yeah...
Benjamin Coffin III? Here?
Oh no!
Wine and beer!
The enemy of Avenue A We'll stay
Oy vey!
What brings the mogul in his own mind To the Life Cafe?
I would like to propose a toast To Maureen's noble try It went well
Go to Hell
Was the yuppie scum stomped? Not counting the homeless How many tickets weren't comped?
Why did Muffy
Alison
miss the show?
There was a death in the family If you must know
Who died?
Our Akita
Evita
Mimi, I'm surprised A bright and charming girl like you Hangs out with these slackers Who don't adhere to deals They 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 Kyrie eleison Yitgadal veyitkadash
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 Bohème
La vie Bohème La vie Bohème La vie Bohème La vie Bohème
To days of inspiration Playing hooky 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 Absolut To choice To The Village Voice To any passing fad
To being an us, for once Instead of a them
La vie Bohème La vie Bohème
Is the equipment in a pyramid?
It is, Maureen
The mixer doesn't have a case Don't give me that face
Ahem
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 Bohème
And wipe the speakers off before you pack
Yes, Maureen
Well, hurry back
(they kiss)
Sisters?
We're close
(MAUREEN and JOANNE move to the side to reveal ANGEL and COLLINS kissing)
Brothers!
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men Pee-wee Herman German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antonioni, 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!
La vie Bohème
In honor of the death of bohemia, an impromtu salon will commence immediately following dinner. Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on high holy days
Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she has never studied
Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us
There's nothing to know
Don't you think that we should discuss --
It was three months ago
He doesn't act like he's with you
We're taking it slow
Where is he now?
He's right -- Hmm
Uh huh...
Where'd he go?
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song
(Roger picks up a guitar and plays)
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!'
Check!!
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
I should tell you--
Baggage Wine--
--And beer!
AZT break
You?
Me. You?
Mimi
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