This is the kind of song that, as a kid, I would have spun over and over and over again on the record player - jumping around the room, all over the house, playing tennis racquet guitar, lip-synching into a hair brush, getting all fired up, ready to scream with joy... until I broke something and feared for my life when the parental units came home.
Thank god that now I'm all growed up. Excuse me while I find my tennis racquet.
MARAH + freedom song
*BONUS: from Marah's first album, "Another Day At Bay".