La Vie Boheme

La Vie Boheme - Rent Soundtrack

Angel：

Who died?

Benny：

Our Akita

Angel/Roger：

Evita

Benny：

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

Mark：

Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes

Collins/Roger：

Dies irae dies illa Kyrie eleison

Yitgadal v'yitkadash

Mark：

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 a*s to

La vie Boheme

Both：

La vie Boheme

La vie Boheme

La vie Boheme

La vie Boheme

Mark：

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 Absolute to choice

To the Village Voice

To any passing fad

To being an us for once

Instead of a them

Both：

La vie Boheme

La vie Boheme

MR. Grey：

Ahhemm

Maureen：

Hey Mister

She's my sister

Waiter：

So that's five miso soup four seaweed salad

Three soy burger dinner two tofu dog platter

And one pasta with meatless balls

Roger：

Eww

Collins：

It tastes the same

Mimi：

If you close your eyes

Waiter：

And thirteen orders of fries

Is that it here?

Both：

Wine and beer

Mimi/Angel：

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

Maureen/Collins：

Emotion devotion to causing a commotion

Creation vacation

Mark：

Mucho masturbation

Maureen/Collins：

Compassion to fashion to passion when it's new

Collins：

To Sontag

Angel：

To Sondheim

FOUR GIRLS：

To anything taboo

Collins/Roger：

Ginsberg Dylan Cunnigham and Cage

Collins：

Lenny Bruce

Roger：

Langston Hughes

Maureen：

To the stage

Bohemians：

To Uta

To Buddha

Pablo Neruda too

Mark/Mimi：

Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow

To blow off Auntie Em

Both：

La vie Boheme

MR. Grey：

Sisters?

Maureen/Joanne：

We're close

AngelS/Collins：

Brothers

Mark/Angel/Mimi：

Bisexuals trisexuals homo sapiens

Carcinogens h***********s men

Pee Wee Herman

German wine turpetine Gertrude Stein

Antoniotti Bertolucci Kurosawa

Carmina Burana

Both：

To apathy to entropy to empathy ecstacy

Vaclav Havel The Sex Pistols 8BC

To no shame never playing the Fame Game

Collins：

To m*******a

Both：

To sodomy it's between God and me

To S/M

Benny：

Waiter

Waiter

Waiter

Waiter

Both：

La vie Boheme

Collins：

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

Roger：

And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability

To hold an erection on the high holy days

Mark：

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

(Roger plays a solo)

That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz"

Collins：

Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions

From Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gall on plastic pickle tub

Angel：

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

Both：

"Actual reality, Act Up, Fight AIDS"

Mimi：

Excuse me

Did I do something wrong?

I get invited

Then ignored all night long

Roger：

I've been trying I'm not lying

No one's perfect

I've got baggage

Mimi：

Life's too short babe time is flying

I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine

Roger：

I should tell you

Mimi：

I got baggage too

Roger：

I should tell you

Roger/Mimi：

Baggage

Both：

Wine and beer

Mimi：

AZT break

Roger：

You?

Mimi：

Me

You?

Roger：

Mimi