This morning on Sirius XMU, Julia Cunningham described St. Vincent's "New York" as a beautiful song.
The opening line is a good one: "New York isn't New York without you, love".
A song about a place that isn't as good without one person in it. A song about a lover, a friend, who makes a place what you need it to be.
A place where "you're the only motherfucker in the city who can stand me".
Do you have a person in your life who can deal with your shit and handle your weirdness? Or handle your strength? And maybe even forgive you once in a while? Millions of people in New York, billions of people in the world, but you're lucky if you can find just one.
It's a beautiful song about yearning. A special person in a special place fills the void.