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whenitgrowsbright · 1 year

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[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 ass to

La vie Boheme

[ALL]

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 Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice

To any passing fad

To being an us for once... instead of a them!

[ALL]

La vie Boheme

[WOMEN]

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]

[COLLINS]

It tastes the same

[MIMI]

If you close your eyes

[WAITER]

And thirteen orders of fries

Is that it here?

[ALL]

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

[ALL]

La vie Boheme

[MR. GREY]

Sisters?

[MAUREEN & JOANNE]

We're close

[ANGEL & COLLINS]

Brothers!

[MARK, ANGEL & MIMI]

Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens

Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men

Pee Wee Herman

German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein

Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa

Carmina Burana

[ALL]

To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy

Václav Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC

To no shame - never playing the Fame Game

[COLLINS]

To marijuana

[ALL]

To sodomy, it's between God and me

To S & M

[BENNY]

Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter!

[ALL]

La vie Boheme

[COLLINS (SPOKEN)]

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 (SPOKEN)]

And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days

[MARK (SPOKEN)]

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 (SPOKEN)]

Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub

[ANGEL (SPOKEN)]

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:

[ALL (SPOKEN)]

"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

[ALL]

Wine and beer!

[MIMI]

AZT break

[ROGER]

You?

[MIMI]

Me. You?

[ROGER]

Mimi

#in response to that fucking christian sex ed #the lyrics of la vie boheme!#save

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broadwayitbitch · 5 years

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The Talent Show

For @andi-simstoons!!! I’m glad I was chosen to give your gift!

You can also find this on AO3 at The Talent Show!

“Here it is. The night of their talent show. Their night to finally promote that they had something to present. The whole thing was TJ’s idea, wanting to show what he had for the drama department.

And their act? Singing La Vie Boheme from RENT. “

Here it is. The night of their talent show. Their night to finally promote that they had something to present. The whole thing was TJ’s idea, wanting to show what he had for the drama department.

And their act? Singing La Vie Boheme from RENT.

Alongside TJ was Cyrus, Buffy, Andi, Jonah, Marty, Walker, Iris, and Amber. It was all part of Metcalf’s new tradition that on the first day of June, kids would be allowed to do talent shows with no restrictions, minus anything sexual, which meant that some of the lyrics of La Vie Boheme had to be censored.

They were the grand finale. Metcalf said their act was perfect for the finale.

The GHC and Co. were backstage, running the number last-minute in case they forgot their choreography,

“Ready?” Cyrus asked TJ. He and Cyrus were Angel Dumott Schunard and Tom Collins, respectively.

“I’m nervous,” He replied, adjusting his mic a bit.

“We’ve been working on this for months, Teej. We’ve got this.”

TJ nodded.

“Lastly on the stage, we have the GHC and Co. performing La Vie Boheme from Jonathan Larson’s RENT,” Metcalf said into the microphone, gaining a huge round of applause.

The stage hands brought the tables out from backstage, along with the chairs the GHC and Co. had asked for the week beforehand. Once the props were set, the GHC and Co. walked on stage, taking their places (minus Andi, who stayed backstage until her cue).

Everyone started reciting their lines.

“Hey, hey, no,” Iris said her line. “You can’t be here, we have an important customer,” She pointed to Marty, playing Benny Coffin. “And besides, you never buy.”

Walker, who’s playing Mark Cohen, scoffed. “Liar, I had a tea on Wednesday.”

“You couldn’t pay,” She countered.

“Oh, yeah…”

On cue, the others and him sit at the table, some of them crossing their legs.

“Benjamin Coffin the third. What brings you to the Life Cafe?” Cyrus asked in a teasing manner.

“I’d like to propose a toast to Maureen’s protest. It went well, but how many tickets did you sell?” Amber stuck her middle finger up at Marty in response.

Jonah stood up from his chair. He was playing Roger Davis. “Why did Muffy-”

“Allison,” Marty corrected.

“Miss the show?”

Marty straightened the lapels on his jacket. “If you must know, there was a death in the family.”

TJ gasped. “Who died?”

Marty cleared his throat. “Our akita.”

Walker and Jonah looked at each other with wide eyes. “Evita,” They said at the same time.

The music started with a piano riff.

“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?” Marty sang. “Bohemia, bohemia is a fallacy in your head. This is Calcutta, bohemia is… dead.”

Walker stood up from his seat, slamming his hands on the table. “Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes,” All of the girls cried dramatically. “Here she lies, no one knew her worth. The late great daughter of Mother Earth, on this night where we celebrate the birth.” Buffy, who was playing Mimi Marquez, imitated a baby cry. “In that little town of Bethlehem, we raise our glass. You bet your ass too… La vie boheme!”

Walker jumped off the table, and the ensemble began to sing.

“La vie boheme… La vie boheme… La vie boheme… La vie boheme!”

“To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something outta nothing, the need to express- to communicate!” Walker sang out. “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!”

The ensemble began hitting their hands on the table to the beat of the music.

“To riding your bike midday past the three piece suits, to fruits, to no absolutes! To choice, to the village voice, to any passing fad. To being an us for once instead of a them!”

“La vie boheme!”

Andi walked onstage, going to Amber, who stood from her seat.

“Is the equipment in a pyramid?” Amber asked.

“It is, Maureen,” Andi replied with a sigh.

“The mixer doesn’t have a case. Don’t give me that face!” Amber said, kissing Andi’s cheek. Marty cleared his throat in protest. “Hey, mister, she’s my sister.” She said as Andi walked off stage.

Iris walked to stage left, a notepad in her hand. “So that’s five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls.”

Jonah cringed. “Ew.”

“It tastes the same,” Cyrus argued.

“If you close your eyes!” Buffy added, gaining laughs from the audience.

“And thirteen orders of fries, is that it here?” Iris asked.

“Wine and beer!” Everyone yelled.

Buffy and TJ got up on the table, starting to dance.

“To hand-crafted beers in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese! To leather, to latex to curry vindaloo!” They sang together. TJ thought that Buffy was the perfect choice for Mimi, she had the best voice out of all of the GHC and Co. “To Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou.”

Buffy and TJ got back in their seats as Amber and Cyrus get on the table.

“Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion. Creation vacation-”

“Mucho masturbation,” Walker interrupted, gaining even more laughs.

Everyone in the audience seemed to be having fun, including the GHC and Co.

“Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it’s new,” Cyrus and Amber continued their portion of the song. “To Sontag, to Sondheim, to anything taboo.”

“Ginsburg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage,” Jonah and Cyrus sang together as well. “Lenny Bruce, Langston Hughes!”

“To the stage!” Amber yelled.

“To Uta, to Buddha, Pablo Neruda, too!” Everyone sang out.

Buffy got back on the table and Walker got on all fours on the stage floor. “Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow? To blow off Auntie Em!” They high-five, and Buffy laughed.

“La vie boheme!” They all sang again.

Andi walked back on stage to Amber. Amber wrapped her arms around Andi’s neck with a sultry smile.

“And wipe the speakers off before you pack,” Amber instructed.

“Yes, Maureen,” Andi relented, about to walk away.

“Well, hurry back!” Amber called, and she began to kiss Andi passionately.

“Sisters?” Marty questioned.

“We’re close,” Andi and Amber said in unison.

Andi walked off stage once again. The entire ensemble began breaking out into their own dance.

“Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee-Wee Herman!” They sang out. “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!”

Cyrus pretended to smoke a joint. “To marijuana!”

“To sodomy, it’s between God and me! To S & M!”

Marty stood up from his table, angrily walking off stage.

“In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner,” Cyrus spoke to the beat of the music. “Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap will perform her famous lawn chair handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred!”

Jonah stood next, pointing to Walker. “And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days.”

More laughing from the audience.

“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,” Walker pointed out.

Marty appearing stage right with Buffy with him, and he put his hand on her shoulder. “Your new boyfriend doesn’t know about us.”

Buffy repulsed, smacking his hand away. “There’s nothing to know.”

“Don’t you think that we should discuss?” He asked.

“It was three months ago,” She countered.

“He doesn’t act like he’s with you,” Marty began to argue.

“We’re taking it slow.”

Marty huffed, not believing her. “Where is he now?”

She turned around, trying to find Jonah. “He’s right… where’d he go?”

Focusing back on the rest of the ensemble, Jonah had an electric guitar in his hands.

“And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet evocative song,” Walker sang. Jonah began playing a tune, for about two measures before Walker stopped him. “That… doesn’t remind us of Musetta’s Waltz.” Jonah flipped Walker off as a joke, setting his guitar down.

“Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.”

TJ strutted on the table, acting like a model. “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!” Everyone finished TJ’s lyric.

Marty ran off stage, yelling “Check!”

Focusing on Buffy and Jonah, they’re alone on stage as the rest of the ensemble is on the other side of the stage.

“Excuse me, did I do something wrong?” Buffy angrily sang to Jonah. “I get invited, then ignored all night long!”

Jonah, with a sad face, looks to Buffy. “I’ve been trying, I’m not lying. No one’s perfect. I got baggage-”

“Life’s too short, babe, time is flying. I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine,” Buffy sang with confidence.

“I should tell you…” Jonah sang sweetly.

“I got baggage, too-” She interrupted his verse.

“Wine and beer!” The ensemble said before the music slowed. Then a light beeping sound began to ring.

“AZT break…” Buffy said, taking out a pill bottle.

“You?” Jonah asked.

“Me,” She nodded. “You?”

Jonah’s lip trembled. “Mimi…”

While this was acting, Jonah always said that he would act the same way Roger did; astonished. Astonished that a friend would keep this sort of thing a secret from him. But remember, this is all acting.

“Are we packed?” Amber asked Andi, who looked to have an exhausted look on her face.

“Yes,” She replied. “And by next week, I want you to be.”

Amber gasped. “Pookie!”

Andi ignored her, going to her own line. “And you should see, they’ve padlocked your building and they’re rioting on Avenue B!” She exclaimed. “Benny called the cops!”

“That jerk!” Someone in the ensemble yelled.

“They don’t know what they’re doing. The cops are sweeping the lots,” Andi’s solemn face turns into an amused one. “But no one’s leaving, they’re just sitting there mooing!”

The ensemble cheered. “To dance!”

“No way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfection, muscle spasms, chiropractors, short careers, eating disorders!” Andi sang, beginning to dance on the table herself.

“Film!”

Walker stepped up to the table as well. “Adventure, tedium, no family, boring locations, dark rooms, perfect faces, egos, money, Hollywood and sleaze!”

“Music!”

TJ, along with Cyrus and Amber, get up on the table. “Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation, rhythm, feeling, power, harmony, and heavy competition!” TJ’s dress gets snagged, but he keeps dancing.

“Anarchy!”

Cyrus and Amber start pumping their fists up in the air. “Revolution, justice, screaming for solutions, forcing changes, risk, and danger, making noise and making pleas!”

They jump off of the table, landing on their feet.

“To homos, lesbians, cross-dressers, too!” They sang out. “To people living with, living with, living with, not dying from disease! Let he among us without sin, be the first to condemn!” They all took a breath, preparing for the next verse. “La vie boheme! La vie boheme! La vie boheme!”

Walker ran to center stage. “Anyone out of the mainstream? Is anyone in the mainstream? Anyone alive with a sex drive? Tear down the wall! Aren’t we all? The opposite of war isn’t peace! It’s creation!” He exclaimed, spit flying out of his mouth.

“La vie boheme!”

The music stopped, and the spotlight was on Walker.

“The riot continues. The Christmas tree goes up in flames. The snow dances,” He recited. “Oblivious, Mimi and Roger share a small, lovely kiss.”

Buffy and Jonah, who are still on the other side of the stage, kiss gently. Buffy looked like she was disgusted, but she continued.

The music started once more for the last time.

“Viva la vie boheme!”

The audience applauded loudly, some standing up (which were their parents).

And the GHC and Co. did what they do best.

They took a bow.

#pride exchange

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laurawingfields · 5 years

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in the year of our lord 2019, at almost 21 years of age, seven years after i first watched rent, i JUST understood what the line “why dorothy and toto went over the rainbow to blow off auntie em” means

#wowww #wingfield originals

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startingxoverxanew · 6 years

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"Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow to blow off Auntie Em!" Whoever had let Lena have enough shots to get her to participate in karaoke night that night was a very brave soul indeed. Hardly did she ever sing in front of people she didn't know. And never did she push for those notes even sober! But there she was, jumping around and singing to Rent as though she hadn't a care in the world. Pulling friends up to join her as though there wasn't a teeming bar watching their every move.

#open rp #someone come scream the lyrics to Rent with her #so she's not totally embarrassed come morning #indie rp #independent rp

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theonethatgotleftbehind · 6 years

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Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow To blow off Auntie Em

La vie Bohème

#rent #la vie boheme #rent musical #mimi #christmas

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littlelovelymemes · 7 years

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✰ — — — RENT LYRIC STARTERS

SEASONS OF LOVE. ‘ let’s celebrate and remember a year in the life of friends. ’ ‘ remember the love. ’

RENT. ‘ real life is getting more like fiction each day. ’ ‘ where is the power? ’ ‘ we’re hungry and frozen. ’ ‘ some life that we’ve chosen. ’ ‘ how can you generate heat when you can’t feel your feet and they’re turning blue. ’ ‘ on every street it’s ‘trick or treat’ and tonight it’s ‘trick.’ ’ ‘ welcome back to town. ’ ‘ oh, i should lie down. ’ ‘ everything is brown and uh-oh, i feel sick. ’ ‘ we’re not gonna pay rent. ’

YOU’LL SEE. ‘ hey, you bum. get your ass off that range rover. ’ ‘ what happened to (name)? what happened to their heart and the ideals he once pursued? ’ ‘ you’re wasting your time. ’ ‘ you broke your word -- this is absurd. ’ ‘ that boy could use some prozac. ’

LIGHT MY CANDLE. ‘ what’d you forget? ’ ‘ got a light? ’ ‘ you’re shivering. ’ ‘ they turned off my heat. ’ ‘ i’m just a little weak on my feet. ’ ‘ would you light my candle? ’ ‘ what are you staring at? ’ ‘ i always remind people of -- who is she? ’ ‘ i think that i dropped my stash. ’ ‘ i know i’ve seen you out and about when i used to go out. ’ ‘ they say that i have the best ass below 14th street. is it true? ’ ‘ i didn’t recognize you without the handcuffs. ’ ‘ i’m just born to be bad. ’ ‘ our eyes will adjust. thank god for the moon. ’

TODAY 4 U. ‘ today for you -- tomorrow for me. ’ ‘ you earned this on the street? ’ ‘ darling, be a dear, i haven’t slept for a year. ’ ‘ i need your help to make my neighbor’s yappy dog disappear. ’ ‘ but sure as i am here that dog is now in doggy hell. ’

TANGO: MAUREEN. ‘ this is weird. ’ ‘ fuckin’ weird. ’ ‘ i’m so mad that i don’t know what to do. ’ ‘ feel like going insane? got a fire in your brain and you’re thinking of drinking gasoline? ’ ‘ honey, i know this act. ’ ‘ it’s a dark, dizzy merry-go-round. ’ ‘ as she keeps you dangling, your heart she is mangling. ’ ‘ it’s different with me. ’ ‘ her cold eyes can burn. ’ ‘ has she ever pouted her lips and called you pookie? ’ ‘ have you ever doubted a kiss or two? ’ ‘ this is spooky. ’ ‘ did you swoon when she walked through the door? ’ ‘ where’d you learn to tango? ’ ‘ you pretend to believe her cause in the end you can’t leave her. ’

LIFE SUPPORT. ‘ i find some of what you teach suspect because i’m used to relying on intellect. ’ ‘ i try to open up to what i don’t know. ’ ‘ reason says i should have died three years ago. ’ ‘ there’s only us. there’s only this. ’ ‘ forget regret or life is yours to miss. ’ ‘ no other road, no other way. no day but today. ’

OUT TONIGHT. ‘ it’s gotta be close to midnight. ’ ‘ my body’s talking to me, it says ‘time for danger.’ ’ ‘ i wanna commit a crime, wanna be the cause of a fight. ’ ‘ i wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt with a stranger. ’ ‘ i’ve had a knack from way back at breaking the rules once a i learn the game. ’ ‘ we don’t need any money. i always get in for free. ’ ‘ let’s go out tonight. ’ ‘ in the evening, i’ve got to roam. ’ ‘ let’s find a bar, so dark we forget how we are and all the scars from nevers and maybes die. ’

ANOTHER DAY. ‘ who do you think you are? ’ ‘ little girl, the door is that way. ’ ‘ your sweet whisper, i just can’t handle. ’ ‘ i should tell you, i should tell you -- no! ’ ‘ another time, another place, our temperature would rise, there’d be a warm in brace. ’ ‘ looking for romance? come back another day. ’ ‘ the heart may freeze or it can burn. ’ ‘ the pain will ease if i could learn. ’ ‘ there is no future. there is no past. i live in this moment as my last. ’ ‘ excuse me if i’m off track. ’ ‘ if your so wise then tell me, why do you need smack? ’ ‘ long ago, you might’ve lit up my heart, but the fire’s dead -- ain’t ever gonna start. ’

I’LL COVER YOU. ‘ live in my house, i’ll be your shelter. ’ ‘ just pay me back with a thousand kisses. ’ ‘ be my lover and i’ll cover you. ’ ‘ don’t got much baggage to lay at your feet, but sweet kisses i’ve got to spare. ’ ‘ i think they meant it when they said you can’t buy love. ’ ‘ you are my love, on life. be my life. ’ ‘ you’ll be my king and i’ll be your castle. ’ ‘ you’ll be my queen and i’ll be your moat. ’ ‘ a new lease you are my love on life, all my life. ��’ ‘ i’ve longed to discover something as true as this. ’ ‘ with a thousand kisses, i’ll cover you. ’

OVER THE MOON. ‘ out of the abyss walked a cow, elsie. i asked if she had anything to drink, she said, ‘i’m forbidden to produce milk. in cyberland, we only drink diet coke.’ ’ ‘ the only thing to do is jump over the moon. ’ ‘ they’ve closed everything real down. ’ ‘ i gotta get out of here! ’ ‘ i gotta get out of here! it’s like being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck, being packed in with fertilizer and fuel oil, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal mickey mouse. ’ ‘ and although he once had principals, he abandoned them. ’ ‘ maybe it’s a... female thing. ’ ‘ moo with me! ’

LA VIE BOHEME. ‘ what am i? just a blur? ’ ‘ go to hell. ’ ‘ i’m surprised a bright and charming girl like you hangs out with these slackers. ’ ‘ do you really want a neighborhood where people piss on your stoop every night? ’ ‘ dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes. ’ ‘ to being an us for once, instead of a them. ’ ‘ hey mister, she’s my sister. ’ ‘ dorothy and toto went over the rainbow to blow off auntie em. ’

I SHOULD TELL YOU. ‘ i should tell you i’m a disaster. ’ ‘ let’s just make this part go faster -- i have yet to be in it. ’ ‘ i should tell you i blew the candle out just to get back in. ’ ‘ i’d forgotten how to smile until your candle burned my skin. ’

TAKE ME OR LEAVE ME. ‘ you were flirting with the woman in rubber! ’ ‘ there will always be women in rubber flirting with me. give me a break! ’ ‘ every single day i walk down the street, i hear people say ‘baby, so sweet.’ ’ ‘ ever since puberty everybody stares at me. boys, girls -- i can’t help it, baby. ’ ‘ be kind and don’t lose your mind. ’ ‘ just remember that i’m your baby. ’ ‘ take me for what i am, who i was meant to be. ’ ‘ take me baby, or leave me. ’ ‘ this diva needs her stage! ’ ‘ baby, let’s have fun. ’ ‘ you are the one i choose. folks will kill to fill your shoes. ’ ‘ so be mine, but don’t waste my time. ’ ‘ oh honey bear, are you still my baby? ’ ‘ no way can i be what i’m not, but hey, don’t you want your girl hot?! ’ ‘ don’t fight, don’t lose your head. ’ ‘ every night, who’s in your bed? ’ ‘ kiss pookie. ’ ‘ it won’t work! ’ ‘ i hate mess, but i love you. ’ ‘ so be wise cause this girl satisfies. ’ ‘ you’re one lucky baby. ’ ‘ take me for what i am. ’ ‘ that’s it -- the straw that breaks my back. ’ ‘ i quit unless you take it back. ’ ‘ women, what is it about them? can’t live with them or without them. ’ ‘ guess i’m leaving. i’m gone. ’

WITHOUT YOU. ‘ i die without you. ’ ‘ but i know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue. ’ ‘ the mind churns, the heart yearns. ’ ‘ life goes on, but i’m gone. ’

GOODBYE LOVE. ‘ it’s true your with this yuppy scum? ’ ‘ you said you’d never speak to him again. ’ ‘ who said you have any say in who she says things to at all? ’ ‘ who said you should stick your nose in other people’s business? ’ ‘ who said i was talking to you? ’ ‘ we used to have this fight each night -- she’d never admit i existed. ’ ‘ he was always run away, hit the road, don’t commit. you’re full of shit! ’ ‘ your full of shit! ’ ‘ you gave an inch when i gave a mile ’ ‘ c’mon guys, chill! ’ ‘ i’d be happy to die for a taste of what they had: someone to live for, unafraid to say i love you. ’ ‘ all your words are nice, but love’s not a three-way street. ’ ‘ love’s not a three-way street. ’ ‘ you’ll never share real love until you love yourself. ’ ‘ you said you’d be cool today, so please, for my sake... ’ ‘ i can’t believe this is goodbye. ’ ‘ how could you let her go? ’ ‘ are you insane? there’s so much to care about. ’ ‘ who are you to tell me what i know? ’ ‘ you hid in your work from facing your failure, facing your loneliness, facing the fact you live a lie. ’ ‘ you’re always preaching not to be numb when that’s how you thrive. ’ ‘ you pretend to create and observe when you really detach from being alive. ’ ‘ are you really jealous? ’ ‘ she’s running out of time and you’re running out the door. ’ ‘ for someone who’s always been let down, who’s heading out of town? ’ ‘ i’ll call. ’ ‘ i hate the fall. ’ ‘ you heard? ’ ‘ you don’t want baggage without life time guarantees. you don’t wanna see me die? ’ ‘ i just came to say goodbye love. ’ ‘ please don’t touch me, understand i’m scared. ’

YOUR EYES ‘ your eyes as we said our goodbyes -- i can’t get them out of my mind. ’ ‘ i find i can’t hide from your eyes, the ones that took me by surprise, the night you came into my life. ’ ‘ there’s moonlight i see in your eyes. ’ ‘ how’d i let you slip away when i’m longing so to hold you? ’ ‘ now i’d die for one more day ‘cause there’s something i should have told you. ’ ‘ why does distance make us wise? ’ ‘ i should tell you i have always loved you. ’ ‘ i should tell you i have always loved you. you can see it in my eyes. ’

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