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Copyright Eimear Bradley 2006
All rights reserved

Musicians on track:

Sound engineer: Mark Walker
Lenny Whitehead: Guitar
Wayne Morgan: Bass
Drums: Vinnie Pearson

Recorded at Frog Studios in Warrington UK (Analogue recording)
Vocals, violin: Eimear Bradley
2007

Lyrics

Institute of Raw Commotion


I need a hiding place I, need to get away, from the crazy hub and the bustle and hustle,
Yes Sir, no Sir, 3 bags full sir,
This institute of raw commotion.

Stumble through the week, where’d the weekend go, well they all roll into one,
Well it seems like I live to work and I’m always on the run,
Well I’m stuck in traffic on the old M1 in the bucketing pouring rain,
There’s a kid in the back of the car in front making faces through the window pane.



I need a hiding place I, need to get away, from the crazy hub and the bustle and hustle,
Yes Sir, no Sir, 3 bags full sir,
This institute of raw commotion.


Well it’s just my luck when I try to fill the car that the pump says ‘Out of Use’
And the price of a litre is a little bit steeper, ‘Oil’s Up!’, that’s no excuse!
When I finally get to work well the telephone rings it’s the boss, Dear Lord Why me?
Said: ‘I hate to break the news but with the credit crunch blues you’re gone, you have to leave

Suddenly available, this neglect unbearable, intellect irrelevant, why, oh why I have to leave?

I need a hiding place I, need to get away, from the crazy hub and the bustle and hustle,
Yes Sir, no Sir, 3 bags full sir,
This institute of raw commotion,
Your institute of raw emotions,
This institute of raw commotion…



WORDS & MUSIC BY EIMEAR BRADLEY