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Soundtracks - La Vie Boheme текст песни
Текст
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!
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!
Исполнитель: Soundtracks