Okay, don't judge....I have a thing for the musical, "Rent", and I seem to always want to sing their songs. Why not put the lyrics? Hey, that doesn't mean you have to read it! >:| Just go ahead and skip this page if you want to! T.T xD
I'll Cover You
Character: Tom Collins, Angel Dumott Schunard ((I can not tell you how in love I am with Angel xD))
Angel: Live in my house, I'll be your shelter. Just pay me back with one thousand kisses. Be my lover. I'll cover you.
Collins: Open your door, I'll be your tennet. Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet. But sweet kisses I've got to spare. I'll be there, and I'll cover you.
Both: I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now I know you can rent it. At least you are my love. On life. Be my life.
Just slip me on, I'll be your blanket. Whenever, whatever, I'll be your coat.
Angel: You'll be my king, and I'll be your castle.
Collins: No, you'll be my queen, and I'll be your moat.
Both: I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now I know you can rent it. At least you are my love. On life. All my life.
I'll long to discover something as true as this is.
Collins: With a thousand sweet kisses ((Angel: When you're cold and you're lonely)) I'll Cover you. With a thousand sweet kisses ((Angel: You have one nickel only)) I'll cover you.
Angel: With a thousand sweet kisses ((Collins: When you're worn out and tired)) I'll cover you. With a thousand sweet kisses ((Collins: When your heart has expired)) I'll cover you.
Both:Oh, lover, I'll cover you, yeah.
Oh, lover...I'll cover you.
Collins: Open your door, I'll be your tennet. Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet. But sweet kisses I've got to spare. I'll be there, and I'll cover you.
Both: I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now I know you can rent it. At least you are my love. On life. Be my life.
Just slip me on, I'll be your blanket. Whenever, whatever, I'll be your coat.
Angel: You'll be my king, and I'll be your castle.
Collins: No, you'll be my queen, and I'll be your moat.
Both: I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love. Now I know you can rent it. At least you are my love. On life. All my life.
I'll long to discover something as true as this is.
Collins: With a thousand sweet kisses ((Angel: When you're cold and you're lonely)) I'll Cover you. With a thousand sweet kisses ((Angel: You have one nickel only)) I'll cover you.
Angel: With a thousand sweet kisses ((Collins: When you're worn out and tired)) I'll cover you. With a thousand sweet kisses ((Collins: When your heart has expired)) I'll cover you.
Both:Oh, lover, I'll cover you, yeah.
Oh, lover...I'll cover you.
La Vie Boheme
Mark, Collins, Rodger, Mimi, Angel, Maureen, JoAnne, Benjamin Coffin III, and extras
Restraunt Man:No, please, no.
Not tonight, please, no.
Mister, can't you go?
Not tonight, can't have a scene.
Rodger; What?
Restraunt Man: Go, please, go. You, hello sir, I said no. Important customer.
Mark: What am I, just a blur?
Restraunt Man: You sit all night. You never buy!
Mark: That's a lie, that's a lie! I had a tea the other day.
Restraunt Man: You couldn't pay.
Mark: Oh, yeah...
Collins: Bejamin Coffin III, here?
Restraunt Man: Oh no!
All: Wine and beer!
Maureen: The enemy of Avenue A. We'll stay.
Restraunt Man: Oi Vey!
Collins: What brings the mongrel of his own mind to the LIfe Cafe?
Benny: I would like to propose a toast to Maureen's noble try. It went well.
Maureen: Go to Hell.
Benny: Was the yuppy scum stomped? Not counting the homeless, how many tickets weren't comped?
Rodger: Why did Muffy --
Benny: Alison.
Rodger: Miss the show?
Benny: There was a death in the family, if you must know.
Angel: Who died?
Benny: Our Akita.
Benny, Mark, Angel, Collins:
Evita.
Benny: Mimi, I'm surprised. A bright and charming girl like you hangs out with these slackers -- who don't adhere to details -- They 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 her to say our goodbyes... (Mark, Collins: Dies irae, Dies illa. Kyrie eleison Yitgadal v' yitkadesh ((etc))) Here she lies. No one knew her worth. The late great daughter of mother earth. On this night 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. La vie Boheme. La vie Boheme. La vie Boheme.
Mark: To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing. The need to express, to communicate. Going against the grain. Going insane. Going mad.
To loving tension, no pension, to more than one demension. To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretenstion. And not to mention, of course, hating dear old mom and dad.
To riding your bike midday past the three peace 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'.
All: La vie Boheme. La vie Boheme.
Maureen: Is the equipment in a pyramid?
JoAnne: It is Maureen.
Maureen: The mixer doesn't have a case. Don't give me that face.
Mr. Grey: Ahhemm...
Maureen: Hey, Mister. She's my sister.
Restraunt Man: That's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls.
Rodger: Ew...
Collins: Tastes the same.
Mimi: If you close your eyes.
Restraunt Man: And thirteen orders of fries, is that it here?
All: Wine and beer!
Angel, Mimi: 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 ranchero, and Maya Angelou.
Maureen, Collins: Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion. Creation, vacation-
Mark: Mucho masturbation.
Marueen, Collins: Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new.
Collins: To Sontag
Angel: To Soundheim
Four people: To anything taboo.
Collins, Rodger: Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Gage.
Collins: Lenny Bruce.
Rodger: Langston Hughes.
Maureen: To the stage!
Person 1: To Uta!
Person 2: To Buddha!
Person 3: Pablo Neruda too.
Mark, Mimi: Why Dorothy and Todo went over the rainbow to blow off Auntie Em.
All: La vie Boheme!
Maureen: And wipe the speakers off before you pack.
JoAnne: Yes, Maureen.
Maureen: Well, hurry back.
Mr. Grey: Sisters?
Maureen: We'e close.
Angel, Collins, Maureen, Mark, Mr. Grey: Brothers!
Mark, Angel, Mimi, three others: Bisexuals, trisexuals, Homosapiens, Carcinongens, hallunacigens, men, Pee-Wee Herman.
German Wine, Terpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kerwosawa, Carmina Burana.
All: To athropy, to enthropy, to empathy, ecstacy.
Valclav Havel. The sex pistols 8BC
To no shame ever playing the shame game.
Collins: To marijuana!
All: To sodomy, it's between God and me.
To S & M!
Benny: Waiter, waiter, waiter!
All: La vie Boheme!
SORRY!!! WILL FINISH SOON! T/////T
Did pretty good though, getting some of this done, while also doing World Geography and BIM review in only an hour. :///3
Not tonight, please, no.
Mister, can't you go?
Not tonight, can't have a scene.
Rodger; What?
Restraunt Man: Go, please, go. You, hello sir, I said no. Important customer.
Mark: What am I, just a blur?
Restraunt Man: You sit all night. You never buy!
Mark: That's a lie, that's a lie! I had a tea the other day.
Restraunt Man: You couldn't pay.
Mark: Oh, yeah...
Collins: Bejamin Coffin III, here?
Restraunt Man: Oh no!
All: Wine and beer!
Maureen: The enemy of Avenue A. We'll stay.
Restraunt Man: Oi Vey!
Collins: What brings the mongrel of his own mind to the LIfe Cafe?
Benny: I would like to propose a toast to Maureen's noble try. It went well.
Maureen: Go to Hell.
Benny: Was the yuppy scum stomped? Not counting the homeless, how many tickets weren't comped?
Rodger: Why did Muffy --
Benny: Alison.
Rodger: Miss the show?
Benny: There was a death in the family, if you must know.
Angel: Who died?
Benny: Our Akita.
Benny, Mark, Angel, Collins:
Evita.
Benny: Mimi, I'm surprised. A bright and charming girl like you hangs out with these slackers -- who don't adhere to details -- They 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 her to say our goodbyes... (Mark, Collins: Dies irae, Dies illa. Kyrie eleison Yitgadal v' yitkadesh ((etc))) Here she lies. No one knew her worth. The late great daughter of mother earth. On this night 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. La vie Boheme. La vie Boheme. La vie Boheme.
Mark: To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing. The need to express, to communicate. Going against the grain. Going insane. Going mad.
To loving tension, no pension, to more than one demension. To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretenstion. And not to mention, of course, hating dear old mom and dad.
To riding your bike midday past the three peace 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'.
All: La vie Boheme. La vie Boheme.
Maureen: Is the equipment in a pyramid?
JoAnne: It is Maureen.
Maureen: The mixer doesn't have a case. Don't give me that face.
Mr. Grey: Ahhemm...
Maureen: Hey, Mister. She's my sister.
Restraunt Man: That's five miso soup, four seaweed salad, three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter, and one pasta with meatless balls.
Rodger: Ew...
Collins: Tastes the same.
Mimi: If you close your eyes.
Restraunt Man: And thirteen orders of fries, is that it here?
All: Wine and beer!
Angel, Mimi: 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 ranchero, and Maya Angelou.
Maureen, Collins: Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion. Creation, vacation-
Mark: Mucho masturbation.
Marueen, Collins: Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new.
Collins: To Sontag
Angel: To Soundheim
Four people: To anything taboo.
Collins, Rodger: Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham, and Gage.
Collins: Lenny Bruce.
Rodger: Langston Hughes.
Maureen: To the stage!
Person 1: To Uta!
Person 2: To Buddha!
Person 3: Pablo Neruda too.
Mark, Mimi: Why Dorothy and Todo went over the rainbow to blow off Auntie Em.
All: La vie Boheme!
Maureen: And wipe the speakers off before you pack.
JoAnne: Yes, Maureen.
Maureen: Well, hurry back.
Mr. Grey: Sisters?
Maureen: We'e close.
Angel, Collins, Maureen, Mark, Mr. Grey: Brothers!
Mark, Angel, Mimi, three others: Bisexuals, trisexuals, Homosapiens, Carcinongens, hallunacigens, men, Pee-Wee Herman.
German Wine, Terpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kerwosawa, Carmina Burana.
All: To athropy, to enthropy, to empathy, ecstacy.
Valclav Havel. The sex pistols 8BC
To no shame ever playing the shame game.
Collins: To marijuana!
All: To sodomy, it's between God and me.
To S & M!
Benny: Waiter, waiter, waiter!
All: La vie Boheme!
SORRY!!! WILL FINISH SOON! T/////T
Did pretty good though, getting some of this done, while also doing World Geography and BIM review in only an hour. :///3
