Feel Free

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Suffocate your sorrow
I heard you’ve been wholly hallow
And you’ll get there, you’ll get there, I swear
Just take these pills and swallow

You wanna feel like… Oh! Uh huh
Oh! But you’re feelin’… ooooooh
Whatchu want ain’t whatchu want
Just wanna feel… Oh! Uh huh
Oh! But you’re feelin’… ooooooh
Sanity don’t seem so hot

Just wanna feel free, free

It takes intoxication
To ease your mind’s dictation
And you’ll get there, you’ll get there, I swear
To a world of your creation

You wanna feel like… Oh! Uh huh
Oh! But you’re feelin’… ooooooh
Whatchu want ain’t whatchu want
Just wanna feel… Oh! Uh huh
Oh! But you’re feelin’… ooooooh
Sanity don’t seem so hot

Just wanna feel free, free

But escaping to your world
Twisted and absurd
Won’t get ya heard

It’s a damaging phase
You’re lost in the haze

Oh! Uh huh
Oh! But you’re feelin’… ooooooh
Whatchu want ain’t whatchu want
Just wanna feel… Oh! Uh huh
Oh! But you’re feelin’… ooooooh
Sanity don’t seem so hot

Just wanna feel free, free, free, free

So you take these pills and swallow…

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from Canvas, released November 5, 2013
Written by Margot MacDonald
Mixed by Marco Delmar at Recording Arts

Performed by:
Margot MacDonald (vocals, acoustic guitar)
Paul Garisto (drums)
Ken Barnum (bass)
Wytold Lebing (cello)

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Margot MacDonald Washington, D.C.

Creator & performer. Looptastic album "Canvas" is here!

Included in NPR Music's Favorite Discoveries from the 2013 CMJ Music Festival; songwriter, vocalist and live looper, Margot MacDonald embodies a one-woman band. Haunting, powerful and indie-pop driven, Margot's performances make you forget the technology she hones, as you lose yourself in layers of lush vocals and striking melodies ... more

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