Soundtracks - La Vie Boheme текст песни

Who died?

Our Akita


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


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


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


We're close


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


Wine & beer!

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