Pelea gringa o La ciudad de Nueva York v. Washington, D.C.

New York City gleams
For everyone it seems
To those left behind
While others say goodbye
And I would be lying if I said I'm fine
That city's trying to take friends of mine

Well I just can't compete
With the glow from neon streets
So when their cars are packed
I'll smile and wave right back

But I would be lying if I said I'm okay
New York is trying to take more friends away

Meredith Bragg and the Terminals tiene buena narración poética, tanto como el arreglo y concepto instrumental. Es algo chicloso a veces, pero aguanta vara por mera filosofía.

Ahora, si buscan algo más afilado, aunque también a veces abusa del elogio -[léase “pseudo-tributo”]- entonces pongan un “I don’t know” o un "Don't Fuck With Love" de The Sad Little Stars.