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Falling Aeroplanes Darren Hanlon
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Boy [G]threw his guitar down and started beating his brow, no matter how hard
he tried he couldn't [D]justi[A]fy,
A[G]ll that wasted time, spent inventing words and rhyme, as the stars and the
[D]planets and the cl[A]ock did la[D]ps.
Y[D]ou see making up songs is for losers, I should bui[G]ld something she u[D]ses, like a
[G]box or a bed or cu[D]pboards or sh[A]elves.
Caus[G]e songs are made of air, they can't be any use to her, better off trying to
catch falling ae[A]roplan[D]es.
T[D]hen girl said boy don't be so stupid, boy don't be so daft, you're not even right
by half. And altho[A]ugh you say your songs are fundamentally air, there's also
thousands of vibrations that stimulate the ear in such a way that every time I hear
[G]them, they always make me smile, they're just as tactile as a box or a bed or
cupboards or[D] shelves, so boy now stop your moping, your cursing and no-hoping
and g[G]et back in the s[A]add[D]le.
[D]While she was still speaking, towa[G]rds his feet he's r[D]eaching, where lay his guitar.
His head was swimming in the alphabet, s[G]oup letters swirled and words fo[D]rmed,
in his heart. He said
I'm [G]going to build a song for us with four verses and a chorus, on real estate your
words i[D]nspired. An[G]d there we'll live rent free, sleep on beds of melody as the stars
and the planets and the cl[A]ock do l[D]aps.
And so that [G]song he built was hers, with a chorus and four verse, and she woke to
find him fi[A]nally asl[D]eep.
This is a pretty simplified, one person playing, version of the song, but it still
sounds good.
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