>I know this is a commonly-held sentiment, but
>the more I think about it, the more I question
>this kind of valorization of freedom.
Don't question. Just sing.
Freedom by Richie Havens:
Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child A long way from my home
Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone A long, long, long, way, way from my home
Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Hey
yeah
I got a telephone in my bosom And I can call him up from my heart I got a telephone in my bosom And I can call him up from my heart
When I need my brother
brother When I need my mother
mother Hey
yeah
etc.