La Vie Boheme - Rent (Lyrics) Chords

[F] _ [Ab] Who died?
[Eb] Our Akita.
[Fm] Evita.
You make [Abm] fun, yet I'm the one.
[Eb] I'm tempting to do some good.
[Fm] Or do you [Bb] really want a [Ab] neighborhood
[Eb] where people piss on your stoop every night?
[Ab] Bohemia, [Eb] Bohemia's a [Bbm] fallacy in [Ab] your head.
[A] This is [Bb] Calcutta.
[Ab] Bohemia [D] is dead.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ [E] Dearly beloved, [Abm] we gather here to [E] say [Abm] our goodbye.
[B] _ [E]
D-A-C-A-D-A-C [Abm] [Gb] lies.
Here [E] she lies.
[Em] [Abm] No one knew [Gb] her worth.
[E] The late, [Gb] great daughter [Ebm] [Ab] of Mother [Dbm] Earth.
On these nights when [E] we [Eb] celebrate the birth.
_ [Ab] In that little [Db] town of Bethlehem.
[Ebm] We raise [Eb] our [Ab] glass.
You bet [Db] your [Db] ass [Ab] too.
[Bbm] _ [Ab]
La _ [Eb] _ _ vie_
_ [Ab] _ _boh_
_ [Db] _ [Ab] _ _ [Db] [Ab] La vie bohème.
[Eb] _ [Fm] _ [Ab] La vie bohème.
[Db] _ [Eb] _ [Db]
[Ab] La vie bohème.
[Eb] _ [F] [Ab] The days of [Eb] inspiration, playing [Db] hooky, making [Ab] something out [Db] of nothing.
The [Eb] need to [Db] express, to [Ab] communicate, to [Db] going [Eb] against the grain.
[Db] Going [Ab] insane, [Db] going [Eb] mad.
[Db] [Ab] To love [Db] intention, no [Ab] pension, to [Db] more than one [Ab] dimension.
[Db] Starving for [Eb] attention, hating [Db] convention, hating [Ab] retention.
[Db] Not to [Eb] mention, of course, [Ab] hating dear old mom [Db] and dad.
[Db] _ [Ab] [Eb] To weddings, your bike midday [Eb] past the three [Db] of you.
To suits, [Gb] to fruits, [Gb] to no [Db] absolutes.
To [Ab] absolute, to choice, [Db] to the [Ab] village boys.
[Eb] To any passing [Eb] fad.
[E] To being an us [Dbm] for once, [Ab] instead [Eb] of a damn.
[Ab] La vie bohème.
_ _ [Bb] _
[Fm] _ [Bb] _ [Fm] _ _ [Gm] [Fm] Hey mister, she's my [D] sister.
So that's five meats, no soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner.
Two tofu duck platter and one pasta with meatless balls.
Ew, it tastes the same.
If you close your eyes.
And thirteen orders of fries, is that it [F] here?
Wine [Eb] and beer!
[Ab] To [Ab] handcrafted beers [Db] made in local [Ab] brewery.
To your [F] patio, [Db] your terrines and [Ab] beans and cheese.
To leather [Ab]-chipped stilts, [Db] dulcet cherry, [Ab] vindaloo.
To wave a [Fm] grand shade of [Db] Himalaya and [Ab] Jaloo.
Emotion, deco, syntric [Db] clothing, a [Ab] promotion, creation, vacation.
Mucho masturbation.
From [Db] cash to [Ab] cash, to passion, when it's new.
To Spontash, to Sondheim, anything tapu.
[Eb] Ginsberg, Dillon, Cunningham [Db] and Cajal.
Eddie Bruce, Langston Hughes.
[Ab] Tim James, La Buda, La Buda, La [Eb] Buda. _
[Eb] _ [E] Like Dorothy [Dbm] and Toto went over [Eb] the rainbow to blow off fancy [Db] air.
[Ab] Sloppy mo-air!
_ _ [Bb] _ [Fm] _ [Bb] _
Sisters?
We're [B] closed.
[Db] _ [Gb] _ [B] [E] Brothers!
[Ab] _ [Ab] Bisexuals, [Db] trisexuals, homo [Ab] sapiens, personagens, [F] hallucinogens.
[Db] Men, here we [Ab] have it.
[Db] German horned, [Ab] turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Berlusi, Kurosawa.
Garmin, [Eb] Amparato, 2-epathy, 2-entropy, 2 [Ab]-empathy, [Db] ecstasy.
Vox Machado, the sex pistol, [Ab] 8BC.
Do no shame, never [Eb] play in the fame game.
_ [Ab] [E] Marijuana, taxonomy, [Dbm] it's between God and [Eb] me.
To XMN, [Gm] waiter, waiter, [Ab] papi mo-air.
_ [Db] [A] In honor of the death of Bohemia, an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner.
Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular [D] one night [A] engagement at the 11th street lot,
will perform Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocal corner,
while accompanying herself on the electric cello.
Which she never [Bb] studied.
And Mark Cohen will [Eb] preview his new [Bb] documentary about his inability to hold an erection on [Eb] the high holy [B] days.
And Mimi Marquez, flat only [E] in bubble wrap,
[B] will perform her famous [E] lawn chair [Bm] handcuff dance to the sounds of iced [C] tea being stirred.
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet evocative song.
_ _ _ That doesn't remind [Db] us of Musetta's [D] Waltz.
Angel de la Cunard will model the [G] latest fall fashions [D] from Paris,
while [D] accompanying herself on [G] a 10-gallon plastic pickle [Ab] tub.
And [Ebm] Callens will recount [Ab] his exploits at [Eb] Anarchy,
including the tale of his [Eb] successful [Ab] reprogramming of the [Eb] MIT [Ab] retro-reality [Eb] equipment to self [Ab]-destruct.
As it [Eb] broadcasts the world_
[Abm] [Ebm] Retro-reality!
[Ab] Act up!
[Eb] Fight AIDS!
_ [E] [D] Excuse me, [D] did I do something wrong?
[E] I get [Ab] invited, then [B] ignored.
I've been [A] trying, I'm not [Db] lying.
No one's perfect, [Dbm] I've got [B] baggage.
Life's too short, [A] babe.
Time [E] is for lying.
I'm looking for [A] baggage [Db] that goes with mine.
I should tell you, I've got [Gb] baggage too.
Should tell [Db] you, baggage, wine and beer!
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ AZT break.
_ _ You, _ [Cm] me, [Bb] you, [Eb] _ _ me, me.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ _ [Fm] _ _