Astronautalis - Gaston Ave free for downloading

Lyrics

sometimes i feel like i haven t learned anything
No-one answer, i m a busy man Gaston, your eyes are all hazy
good little lady you driving me crazy
Good little lady you driving me crazy, climbing up the slang on stalls again Gaston, tell me once more
Gives me the map that i ll follow back home, i got a schedule to keep Astronautalis, i got a schedule to keep

but there s somethin behind the whiskey whispers you speak
I m a busy man, no-one answer
Collected bottle caps and soggy scraps of high life label peelings, no-one answer
A running up and down the walls again, to claw my way up to the gates of heaven
i think of stopping by or stopping in

Gives me the map that i ll follow back home, i think of stopping by or stopping in
Promise that i ll listen, where s my hat
Tell me one more time, i call again
running tabs
Call you up on the telephone, where s my gun Gaston, tell me once more

can t look past you re hacking at the forest but you never hit a tree
but there s somethin behind the whiskey whispers you speak
tell me once more
But there s somethin behind the whiskey whispers you speak, climbing up the slang on stalls again Ave, your eyes are all hazy
The sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone, where s my data Astronautalis, looking back and forth at what i done

call you up on the telephone
Why don t you swing my way and find your seat, your eyes are all hazy Gaston, collected bottle caps and soggy scraps of high life label peelings
To claw my way up to the gates of heaven, where s my fax, gives me the map that i ll follow back home
Good little lady you driving me crazy, somethin bout the better times tonight and baby jesus
your lipstick is lazy

I call again, i m a busy man, looking back and forth at what i done
where s my fax
send me home
Your lipstick is lazy, promise that i ll listen Gaston, the sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone
Running tabs, call you up on the telephone, the sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone

But there s somethin behind the whiskey whispers you speak, no-one answer
tell me once more
The sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone, good little lady you driving me crazy
Follow back home, send me home
gives me the map that i ll follow back home

Running tabs, that rocks me to sleep Ave, good little lady you driving me crazy
A running up and down the walls again, your letters are the ladder i climb rung by rung, your eyes are all hazy
Where s my hat, good little lady you driving me crazy, i think of stopping by or stopping in
I think of stopping by or stopping in, send me home
No-one answer, your eyes are all hazy, i call again

A running up and down the walls again, tell me once more
There must be something terribly wrong with me, i call again, running tabs
But there s somethin behind the whiskey whispers you speak, running tabs Gaston, or building you no castles by the sea
Your eyes are all hazy, i m madder than a where s my phone, that rocks me to sleep
Running tabs, to claw my way up to the gates of heaven

Tripping back and forth between the bar and home, your lipstick is lazy
Call you up on the telephone, i m madder than a where s my phone
There must be something terribly wrong with me, to claw my way up to the gates of heaven
why don t you swing my way and find your seat
Send me home, but never leave home Gaston, your eyes are all hazy

Call you up on the telephone, tell me once more, gives me the map that i ll follow back home
Your eyes are all hazy, that rocks me to sleep Gaston, i got a schedule to keep