damnlyrics.com

La Vie Boheme B

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:

Who died?

Our Akita

EvitaYou 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 deadDearly beloved

We gather here to say our goodbyes

(Dies irae, dies illa)

Here she lies

(Kyrie eleison)

(Yitgadal v'yitkadash)

No one knew her worth

The late great daughter of Mother Earth

On these nights when we celebrate the birthIn that little town of Bethlehem

We raise our glass, you bet your ass to

La vie bohemeLa vie boheme

La vie boheme

La vie boheme

La vie bohemeTo days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing

The need to express, to communicate

To going against the grain, going insane, going madTo 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 dadTo 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 fadTo being an us' for once

Instead of a them'

La vie boheme

La vie bohemeHey mister, she's my sisterSo 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 eyesAn' thirteen orders of fries

Is that in 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 AngelouEmotion, devotion, to causing a commotion

Creation, vacation, mucho masturbationCompassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new

To Sontag, to Sondheim, to anything tabooGinsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage

Lenny Bruce, Langston Hughes, to the stage

To Uta, to Buddha, Pablo Neruda, tooWhy Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow

To blow off auntie Em

La vie bohemeSisters?

We're closeBrothers!Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens

Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman

German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein

Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina BuranaTo apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy

Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC

To no shame never playing the fame game

To marijuanaTo sodomy, it's between god and me

To S&M

Waiter, waiter, waiter

La vie boheme

WaiterIn 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 studiedAnd Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary

About his inability to hold an erection on the high holy daysAnd Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap

Will perform her famous lawn chair handcuff dance

To the sounds of iced tea being stirredAnd Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song

That doesn't remind us of Musetta's WaltzAngel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris

While accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tubAnd Collins will recount his exploits as an anarchist

Including the tale of his successful reprogramming

Of the M.I.T. virtual reality equipment

To self-destruct as it broadcast the words

Actual reality, act up, fight AIDSExcuse me, did I do something wrong?

I get invited, then ignored all night longI've been trying, I'm not lying

No one's perfect, I've got baggageLife's too short, babe time is flying

I'm looking for baggage that goes with mineI should tell you

I've got baggage too

I should tell you

Baggage, wine and beerAZT break

You?

Me, you?

Mimi

Enjoy the lyrics !!!