GS:The flames are maracas. Listen to their rhythmic shakes, but don't dwell for too long; the composition is just getting started. Roll toward the notes that lie flush against the nearby buildings. One, two, and then three drum beats layer on top, and your foot starts to tap. Missiles provide bass, pounding out a catchy riff as they fly across the screen, while the smokestack twangs a guitar melody. As the world awakens, the music begins to swell. Cities is a song that has stayed with me for more than a year, and whenever I revisit it, I'm transported once more by the infectious rhythm. The beat is so enthralling that I sit idly on rooftops, just letting it soak in. But it's the lyrics that cement this as one of my favorite stages. A platform hovers in the sky, flashing words such as "move," "twist," "hurt," and "lose" while Beck belts out the accompanying lyrics. I could listen to this for hours.