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
What's That Line?
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
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