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 (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 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 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 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? Ew It tastes the same If you close your eyes An' 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 boheme Sisters? We're close 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 boheme Waiter 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 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 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've got baggage too I should tell you Baggage, wine and beer AZT break You? Me, you? Mimi

Its true you sold your guitar and bought a car Its true I'm leaving now for Sante Fe Its true you're with this yuppie scum You said you'd never speak to him again Not now Who says that you have any say in who she says things to at all (Yeah) Who said that you should stick your nose in other peoples We used to have this fight each night She never admit I existed He was the same way he was always Runaway, hit the road, don't commit, you're full of shit She's in denial (He's in denial) Didn't Give an inch but I gave a mile Gave a mile to who C'mon guys chill I'd be happy to die for a taste of what angel had Someone to live for Unafraid to say I love you Aww your words are nice Mimi But love not a three way street You'll never share true love untill you love yourself I should now You all said you'd be cool today so please for my sake I can't believe he's gone I can't believe your going I can't believe this family must die Angel helped us believe in love I can't believe you disagree I can't believe this is... Good Bye

525,600 minutes 525,000 moments so dear 525,600 minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife In 525,600 minutes How do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love Seasons of love, seasons of love 525,600 minutes 525,000 journeys to plan 525,600 minutes How do you measure the life of a woman or a man? In truths that she learned or in times that he cried In the bridges he burned or the way that she died It's time now to sing out, though the story never ends Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends Remember the love (oh, you've got to, you've got to remember the love) Remember the love Remember the love Measure in love (measure, measure your life in love, oooh) Seasons of love, seasons of love

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 the Third? Here? Oh no... Wine and beer! The enemy of Avenue A We'll stay Oy vey! What brings a 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 am the one Attempting to do some good Or do you really want a neighborhood Where people piss on your stoop every night? Bohemia, Bohemia Is 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 v'yitkadash 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 Bohème La vie Bohème La vie Bohème La vie Bohème La vie Bohème To days of inspiration Playing hookey, 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! Ahhemm 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, 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! Sisters? We're close Brothers! Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee-wee Herman German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein Antoniotti, 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 ... Waiter! La vie Bohème! In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon Will commence immediately following dinner Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble rap, 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 the high holy days. And 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, where'd he go? And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song. (Roger plays a solo) 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 got baggage too I should tell you Baggage Wine and beer! AZT break You? Me. You? Mimi