Darren Hanlon - Falling Aeroplanes

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

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he tried he couldn\'t justify,

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

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planets and the clock did laps.

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

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box or a bed or cupboards or shelves.

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

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catch falling aeroplanes.


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

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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

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

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

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and get back in the saddle.


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

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


in his heart. He said


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

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

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and the planets and the clock do laps.


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

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find him finally asleep.


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