Okay guys, this is kinda weird. Having posted this already in a fanfic community, I recieved no response, but I really need to start thinking about it, so I'm posing it to all of you instead. Since you don't know what I'm writing about, we'll leave it as 'a relationship'; if you request something and I don't think it will fit, I'll tell you so and ask you to request again. Thanks soooo much, you have no idea how much this will help.
I have a request. If you know Rent, you know that one of the most popular songs is "La Vie Boheme", and it's basically a really long list of things "relating to" bohemian life. I've thought for hours about the lyrics to use for a songfic, and I just can't decide. So! I'm deciding to take the easy way out and ask for requests - I'm posting the lyrics here behind a cut, so just leave a comment telling me which ones you'd like to hear about, at least a couple lines, and they do not by any means have to be close to each other - it could be the first and last line, if that's really what you want to hear. Oh, and please don't make it the most obscure ones possible, or like, all the people they talk about...I only know stuff from a few, and I doubt it would turn out very well.
Thanks again!
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes
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
To days of inspiration, playin' hooky, makin' somethin' outta nothin
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
(Hey mister - she's my sister)
So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner,
Two tofudog 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 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 Bhudda, 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, Peewee 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 marajuana
To sodomy, it's between God and me, to S&M -
La Vie Boheme
*'Scuse me, did I do somethin' wrong? I get invited then ignored all night long!
-I've been tryin', I'm not lyin'. No one's perfect, I've got baggage.
* Life's too short, babe, time is flyin'! I'm lookin' for baggage that goes with mine.
**P.S. There are spoken parts of this song missing, but I figured I'd stick with just the musical part, at least for now. Anything I've left in that's spoken is in (). I've also taken the liberty of putting in punctuation and the groupings are mine based on my musical experience with melody/harmony lines and cadence patterns...sorry if it's not how you envisioned it**