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by Darren Hanlon


Darren Hanlon - Falling Aeroplanes

Intro:
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then 

                                                           
    
Boy threw his guitar down and started beating his brow, no matter how hard

                          
he tried he couldn\'t justify,

                                                           
 
All that wasted time, spent inventing words and rhyme, as the stars and the

                          
planets and the clock did laps.

                                                                   
You see making up songs is for losers, I should build something she uses, like a

                             
box or a bed or cupboards or shelves.

                                                           
    
Cause songs are made of air, they can\'t be any use to her, better off trying to

                     
catch falling aeroplanes.


                                                                     
 
Then girl said boy don\'t be so stupid, boy don\'t be so daft, you\'re not even right

                  
by half. And although 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

                                                           

them, they always make me smile, they\'re just as tactile as a box or a bed or

                                                      
            
cupboards or shelves, so boy now stop your moping, your cursing and no-hoping

                      
and get back in the saddle.


                                                    
While she was still speaking, towards his feet he\'s reaching, where lay his guitar.

                                                                       
His head was swimming in the alphabet, soup letters swirled and words formed,


in his heart. He said


                                                           
     
I\'m going to build a song for us with four verses and a chorus, on real estate your

                                                           
                 
words inspired. And there we\'ll live rent free, sleep on beds of melody as the stars

                                 
and the planets and the clock do laps.


                                                           
            
And so that song he built was hers, with a chorus and four verse, and she woke to

                   
find him finally asleep.


This is a pretty simplified, one person playing, version of the song, but it still
sounds good.