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Mother's Oven

by Mother's Oven

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1.
Mother’s Oven (Lyrics by Logan Hartsell and Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) I must be missin’ my sugar Cuz I’m feelin’ sweet and low I might just feel like this forever It’s beginning to feel like home And I don’t know why you use that Tone of voice to say those things Take your caustic wit to the bench for a bit And let me tell you what’s real to me I know that it hurts to be home Don’t wanna resurrect the demons That are in your head, ya I know I’ve been beating this horse Until his leather is course But he might not be dead You smile, but it’s hard to reconcile And confront the things that haunt your dreams Sometimes, it’s kind of sublime To unburden yourself of these things Makin’ somethin’, outta nothin’ That’s why they call it, Mother’s Oven Makin’ somethin’, outta nothin’ That’s why they call it, Mother’s Oven I must be missin’ my sugar Cuz I’m feelin’ sweet and low I might just feel like this forever It’s beginning to feel like home And I don’t know why you use that Tone of voice to say those things Take your caustic wit to the bench for a bit And let me tell you what’s real to me I know that it hurts to be home Don’t wanna resurrect the demons That are in your head, ya I know I’ve been beating this horse Until his leather is course But he might not be dead You smile, but it’s hard to reconcile And confront the things that haunt your dreams Sometimes, it’s kind of sublime To unburden yourself of these things Makin’ somethin’, outta nothin’ That’s why they call it, Mother’s Oven Makin’ somethin’, outta nothin’ That’s why they call it, Mother’s Oven I must be missin’ my sugar Cuz I’m feelin’ sweet and low
2.
Power of Cool (Lyrics by Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) I can’t be swayed to leave this place I’ve got a penny saved for a rainy day, yeah One more drink and I’ll be OK I’ve got three more shots And I’m on my way to you Yeah, cuz I’m so smooth Don’t underestimate the power of cool Cuz I’m afraid of what will happen if you do Aww, if you do I can’t complain, I’ve got no basis as to Why you hate me and then love Jesus Don’t underestimate the power of cool Cuz I’m afraid of what will happen if you do Aww, if you do I’ve got this feelin’ Comin’ over, comin’ over, comin’ over I’ve got this feelin’ Comin’ over, comin’ over, comin’ over I’ve got this feelin’ Comin’ over, comin’ over, comin’ over I’ve got this feelin’ Comin’, comin’ yeah!
3.
Unicorn 03:07
Unicorn (Lyrics by Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) Where did I go wrong? I think it’s when I let you in And where do I belong? Where do I begin? I think my baby’s a unicorn Sent here from the great beyond And I think my baby’s a unicorn And I’m gonna set her free, yeah Think I’m gonna set her free Would it be alright If I stay the night? And if I show a little short, yeah Well, can I still ride the ride? I think my baby’s a unicorn Sent here from the great beyond And I think my baby’s a unicorn And I’m gonna set her free, yeah Think I’m gonna set her free And I’m gonna set her free, yeah Think I’m gonna set her free I think my baby’s a unicorn Sent here from the great beyond And I think my baby’s a unicorn And I’m gonna set her free, yeah Think I’m gonna set her free And I’m gonna set her free, yeah Think I’m gonna set her free
4.
Heading Down the Road (Lyrics by Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) I’ll be your nightlight baby I’ll fight off monsters in the dark All night for you So, I’ll be there just when the wind blows Keep your window open ahh Cuz’ I’ll be coming through Wherever your lonely heart may roam I’ll be the light that guides you home I turned a corner and I fell into a pot hole These days there’s so many things You can never know And it’s hard to believe so Believe in me Heading down the road Aww, cuz I’m heading down the road The waves come crashing down around me Though I never head a sound You think, you blink, and then it’s over Hope you’re feeling better now, yeah I turned a corner and I fell into a pot hole These days there’s so many things You can never know And it’s hard to believe so Believe in me Heading down the road I turned a corner and I fell into a pot hole These days there’s so many things You can never know And it’s hard to believe so Believe in me Heading down the road Aww, cuz I’m heading down the road
5.
Buggy Aloysius Brown (Lyrics by Logan Hartsell and Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) One, two One, two, three, yeah! Buggy Aloysius Brown Went outside and prayed for no rain As long as all was well in his world He’d go and make a name for himself today, yeah! In the city, nitty gritty Smoggy sky, such a pity The overpass used to look so pretty Neighborhood, it was understood Memories are laced with good Everything is how it should be, yeah! Buggy Aloysius Brown Went outside and prayed for no rain As long as all was well in his world He’d go and make a name for himself today If I could find love right now If I could find love right now If I could find love right now Then so can you I can find love when I least expect it I can find love cuz we’re all connected I can find love in the afternoon I can find love, couldn’t be too soon If I could find love right now If I could find love right now If I could find love right now So can you And I can find love in the strangest places I can see love on all your faces I can make love all up in the pantry I can make love whenever you fancy And I can make love Ya! If I could find love right now If I could find love right now If I could find love right now Then so can you If I could find love right now If I could find love right now If I could find love right now Then so can you So can you So can you So can you So can you So can you
6.
Rain on Sunday (Lyrics by Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) Ain’t nothin’ like rain on Sunday, yeah Not gonna lose my head or get upset About it Cuz I can see better days comin’, yeah Just gotta keep my head and learn to swim Around it 
As long as my state of mind Seems fine, I’ll be alright Ain’t nothin’ like rain on Sunday, yeah Not gonna lose my head or get upset About it Cuz I can see better days comin’, yeah Just gotta keep my head and learn to swim Around it 
As long as my state of mind Seems fine, I’ll be alright I’ll take you to the moon Show you what I can do, yeah There’s never a better time, no, than Sunday afternoon The sun is nowhere, no And I don’t even care I’ll get by on a Breath of fresh air Ain’t nothin’ like rain on Sunday, yeah Not gonna lose my head or get upset About it Cuz I can see better days comin’, yeah Just gotta keep my head and learn to swim Around it 
 As long as my state of mind Seems fine, I’ll be alright I’ll take you to the moon Show you what I can do, yeah There’s never a better time, no, than Sunday afternoon The sun is nowhere, no And I don’t even care I’ll get by on a Breath of fresh air Ain’t nothing like rain on Sunday Ain’t nothing like rain on Sunday Ain’t nothing like a breeze that blows my way Ain’t nothing like rain on Sunday Ain’t nothing like rain on Sunday Keep waitin’ for a breeze to blow my way Ain’t nothing like rain on Sunday Ain’t nothing like rain on Sunday Ain’t nothing like a breeze that blows my way Ain’t nothing like rain on Sunday Ain’t nothing like rain on Sunday Keep waitin’ for a breeze to blow my way It calls today
7.
Fatal Reaction (Lyrics by Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) And if freedom rings Then why don’t I hear it anymore Whenever I’m near it? And it that mocking bird don’t sing I want to take it back to the store Cuz I wanna hear it, no, yeah There’s gotta be a better way, no There’s gotta be some other way to do it Without a fatal reaction And if you decide to leave Don’t let the door hit you on the way out Cuz I need a way out, yeah There’s gotta be a better way, no There’s gotta be some other way Before you mess around Better slow yourself on down, yeah, aww Before you slow down Better turn your ship around Yeah, yeah, oh yeah Before you mess around Better slow yourself on down, yeah, aww Before you slow down Better turn your ship around, Yeah, yeah, oh yeah Before you mess around Better slow yourself on down, yeah, aww Before you slow down Better turn your ship around, Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
8.
All I Want 02:46
All I Want (Lyrics by Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) I heat up by your fire Keeps me warm, your desire Is all I want My fever breaks, ahhoo I feel you shake baby And all I want is to see you again Now come on I give up silver spires Rise to the top, keep on climbin’ But it’s never enough My fever breaks, ahhoo I feel you shake baby And all I want is to see you again Now alright Feel your love Attempting to set me free Such a shame my mind won’t let me be My fever breaks, ahhoo I feel you shake baby And all I want is to see you again Live it up To the highest every day Wouldn’t have it any other way My fever breaks, ahhoo I feel you shake baby And all I want is to see you again Now come on
9.
Neon Soul 03:55
Neon Soul (Lyrics by Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your heartbeat from the front seat We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your neon soul, let it show, yeah We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your heartbeat from the front seat We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your neon soul, let it show, yeah And if it’s something you like Go on and give it a try I don’t care what they may say It’s all the same and We’re growin’ old Growin’ old We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your heartbeat from the front seat We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your neon soul, let it show, yeah We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your heartbeat from the front seat We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your neon soul, let it show, yeah And if it’s something you like Go on and give it a try I don’t care what they may say It’s all the same and We’re growin’ old Growin’ old We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your heartbeat from the front seat We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your neon soul, let it show, yeah We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your heartbeat from the front seat We’re goin’ downtown tonight Feel your neon soul, let it show, yeah
10.
Mothership Oven (Lyrics by Logan Hartsell and Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) Ectoplasm in the shadows Who am I to question pathos? When the fish becomes the ocean Epic wheels are set in motion Aftershocks are not so shockin’ To the crows who have been watchin’ Nonchalant, but always squawkin’ Now we’ll see who does the talkin’ They’re watchin’ everything you do They listen to you when you pray They’re recording everything you say From a spaceship deep out in outer space Yeah! Now, here we go Quick, down the hole that’s yawning Soon, we will know But we won’t be back come morning They’re watchin’ everything you do They listen to you when you pray They’re recording everything you say From a spaceship deep out in outer space Yeah! Lost days and weeks We count by the names on the streets With frost on our cheeks Ice picks sewn into the air that we breath They’re watchin’ everything you do They listen to you when you pray They’re recording everything you say From a spaceship deep out in outer space Yeah!
11.
Mousetrap 03:36
Mousetrap (Lyrics by Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) Well, it’s so easy going for the Cheese when you’re a mousetrap Stuck at the bottom 
Well, it’s so breezy, we’ll roll in the leaves As the summertime turns into autumn As it turns into autumn But you, like to spend your winter days As your excuse to hibernate And I hope you don’t lean on tradition I tried my best to compromise But I can see it in your eyes And I hope that it fades Well, it ain’t easy, looking for your keys When you’re locked out And you ain’t got ‘em But it’s so easy to squash all the mice When you’re on top And they’re on the bottom When they’re on the bottom But you like to go your separate way As your excuse to instigate But I hope you don’t take it too far Cuz’ I did my best to compromise But I can see it in your eyes And I hope that it fades I hope that it fades Now I think I’ve found a way Through the maze, been lost for days Cuz’ it’s so easy to get lost In this godforsaken place Through all the traps and turns I keep going, never knowing What’s in store But I still burn for my cheese And will forever more Now and forever more Well, it’s so easy to go for the Cheese when you’re a mousetrap Stuck at the bottom Well, it’s so breezy, we’ll roll in the leaves As the summertime turns into autumn As it turns into autumn, yeah, aww
12.
March 02:51
March (Lyrics by Pat Gibson, Music by Mother’s Oven) I carry a load Walk in a straight line Because you never know What culture will I find Feet, one at a time Ignore the grapevine Steep, the mountain climb But I’m gon’ keep my line Because I’m ready to go Feels like I’m stuck on a Good high baby and I think It’s starting to show Doin’ somethin’ for yourself Me first and no one else Couldn’t give you what you need So, baby please Go and find it somewhere else Go and find it somewhere else, yeah I travel alone Never escape my heart But you never know What treasures will be mine Love, it comes and goes Never a straight line Tough, the ebb and flow Is gonna kill my mind Because it’s starting to snow Feels like I’m stuck on a Good high baby and I think It’s starting to show Doin’ somethin’ for yourself Me first and no one else Couldn’t give you what you need So, baby please Go and find it somewhere else Go and find it somewhere else If only I could find a way If I only had another chance If only I could find a way I’d march through space and time Because I’m ready to go Feels like I’m stuck on a Good high baby and I think It’s starting to show Yeah!

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A mix of rock, blues, jazz, prog, parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, and the tears of enemies.

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released March 14, 2016

Pat Gibson - guitar, vocals, rain stick
Logan Hartsell - lead bass, vocals
Chip Hiden - keys, rhythm
Jake Deal - drums, percussion

Recorded and engineered by Logan Hartsell
All songs written by P. Gibson and L. Hartsell
Produced by Logan Hartsell and DieselDeal Productions

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