I’m over here this evening, flying the flag for cities and wondering where they’ll take us.
I’ve have only one major issue with cities: they inspired these excruciatingly awful lyrics. Guilty as hell. “Concrete jungle where dreams are made of?” Say again?
(No, actually don’t say again. Thanks).
Let’s hear it for New York City. I’m in a New York state of mind!
I’m with you in sentiment (even though I’ve never been, and therefore must).
Your phrasing, however, is verging dangerously closed to a Jay-Zism.
I also forgot to mention my other main gripe with that – the use of the hellishly clunky phrase “concrete jungle”. In a *song*. You might as well try to pour emotion into phrases like “income tax rebate” or “toilet duck”.
Oh baby. That song is pure genius. Ouch.
Really, if you’re trying to communicate the fact that you love a certain city, you might want to avoid likening it to something lifeless, cold, sterile, hard. Shit like that song makes me prouder to be Canadian. Hey, words have impact…
You’re not wrong. In comparison, “I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps” is a human achievement rivalling Apollo 9 and the whole of Classical Greece multiplied together and then cubed.
(This is no idle claim. I’ve just done the math, and it’s almost exactly Apollo x Greece ^3. Feel free to check it yourself – I’ll wait).
Cities should never be celebrated in tired cliches like this. “Concrete jungle”, wotEVVah, “the streets are mean”, yeah well so’s my ass, “These streets will make you feel brand new, they’ll reset your I.Q., now you’re in New York” etc etc..
New Yorkers should be outraged.
I’d be.