Pumping, thumping, on stage, in the audience, speeding underground, grabbing a cab, power walking to Fairway, the grit, the dirt, the smells, all of it, bury me where the BQE merges with the LIE, my life is a permanent traffic jam and this song is my mantra. These streets will make you feel brand new, these lights will inspire you. Let’s hear it for New York.