The death of us all, prime time television
It's got us locked down each day of the week like were in prison
But I keep watchin' just to know
How Ted meets his wife on that show..

I was raised on Pixar,

Toy Story, I saw that in theaters
Toy Story 2, I saw that during Thanksgiving break.. In theaters
Toy Story 3, guess where I saw that, the theater, and I cried
If you were born in the early 90's and didn't cry at the end of Toy Story 3, you are a robot

If you didn't tear up when Sulley had to say goodbye to Boo, then you are a droid clown

If thou defy's to muscle a drop of moister when Nemo reunites with his father, art thou really human?

If a tidal wave of sympathetic sorrow doesn't crash into your heart during the first ten minutes of Up, then you're going down, in history as one sorry sad sack

And as for Cars.. well I didn't really like Cars that much..

Pixar gave me a Woody
A monster that scares
A fish that talks
And an old grumpy man with gray hairs
Oh and the cars..

But it also gave me, us,
The gift of compassion
Which I ardently appreciate
Thanks for all the wicked good times Pixar

It all started with an urge to go to the movie theater
PTA's "The Master"
It was a 35 minute walk to the nearest cinema in Brooklyn
Nighthawks is what it was called

1:10pm, 4:10pm, 6:10pm, 10:10pm, the show times
Since I woke up at 12:45am, 1:10pm was out of the question
4:10pm seemed plausible but when the clock rolled around I was still puttering around the house
I could putter no more by 6:00pm and flew the cooped up den

The air, brisk and crisp
Time fell back
Women's heels clap the sidewalk in applause
All for the autumn on a Sunday frozen in time

I arrive, show sold out
I walk across the Williamsburg bridge, why not?
First theater in Manhattan I see turned out to be live art
So I turned out and left

Manhattans alive while Brooklyn slumbers
I dart down Clinton St toward the old Avenues
November, I could go without the cold weather, but I love the seasons
Pumpkin lattes **** my wallet dry like lesions

Soon I'm walking down 2nd Av, feeling familiar with my surroundings
Funny, feeling familiar, in a city I thought I'd never know, (you'll never know if you don't go)
Got some dollar pizza on St Marks
Followed by a dollar falafel, which tasted awful, (now I know why it was a dollar)

I walked in circles around Union Square, in union with everyone there
Happy that my feet were to the street, where they belong
Freezing, frozen, frigid, shakin' in my britches
Wrapped around my neck a borrowed scarf
Bumping into people, "I'd like to get by now", like Garth

(keep moving, you'll find what you want to find)
In big bright neon light at Village Cinema
"The Master"
(In 70mm)
Huh, 70mm, "Cool", I thought

The theater, empty as a loners funeral
I was the only one there, red velvet lined seats
I missed Halloween
Maybe this is my treat

The world is beautiful
This city is mine,
All I had to do
Was leave my old one behind

Woke up half past ten,
I wanted to stay in bed again

The coffee *** was too hot,
Didn't even get to drink a drop

Slavin' hard eight days a week,
Just to barely make ends meat

Then I get my check on Friday,
Taxes took half my pay away

Overslept,
I'm so tired
If I'm late,
I'll get fired
Why bother
Why the pain
Just to go home
And do it again

But what can you do,
That's life in the Brooklyn Zoo

Words to make you laugh
Words to make you cry
Words to console you
Words to control you
So the bible says...

Feelin' like I don't belong in the tree
Even though I helped plant the seed

I don't want a million green leafs
Thats not what I need

Cross kingdom traffic has me secluded
I'd fly over the canopy just to be included,
Again

I've always nourished the growth of the tree
And I still do even though it no longer incorporates me
For oxygen is need in an environment thats choking,
Depleted

But trees don't live forever
And the birds that live in that tree don't always flock together
It's winter, time to follow the good weather,
Alone

I'm a creature of habit

Each new day
I pull the same old food
Out of the cabinet
Like a hawk dives
Out of the sky
To snag a rabbit

We can base ourselves on the paths we lead
Or the foods on which we feed,
If your pockets are billowing with greed
Or if you strive to survive on humans basic need,
Love

Either, or
If you're the shimmering sun
Or a dying star
The hawk
Or the rabbit
You are who you are

A creature of habit