Darren Hanlon - Falling Aeroplanes Intro: e-----------------------------------------------------| B-----------------------------------------------------| G-----------------2-----4-4-6-2-2---------------------| D---0-0-0-0-0---4---0-0-----------0-0-5-4-2-0-0-2-4-2-| A-------------0---------------------------------------| E-----------------------------------------------------| e-----------------------------------------------------| B-----------------------------------------------------| G-----------------2-----4-4-6-2-2---------------------| D---0-0-0-0-0---4---0-0-----------0-0-5-4-2-0-0-2-0-0-| A-------------0---------------------------------------| E-----------------------------------------------------| then D D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) GBoy (320003@1)threw his guitar down and started beating his brow, no matter how hard D (xx0232@1) Ahe (x02220@1)tried he couldn't justify, D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) GAll (320003@1)that wasted time, spent inventing words and rhyme, as the stars and the D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) Dplanets (xx0232@1)and the clock did laps. D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) DYou (xx0232@1)see making up songs is for losers, I should build something she uses, like a G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) Abox (x02220@1)or a bed or cupboards or shelves. D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) GCause (320003@1)songs are made of air, they can't be any use to her, better off trying to A (x02220@1) Dcatch (xx0232@1)falling aeroplanes. D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) DThen (xx0232@1)girl said boy don't be so stupid, boy don't be so daft, you're not even right Aby (x02220@1)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 D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) Gthem, (320003@1)they always make me smile, they're just as tactile as a box or a bed or D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) D (xx0232@1) Dcupboards (xx0232@1)or shelves, so boy now stop your moping, your cursing and no-hoping G (320003@1) A (x02220@1)Dand (xx0232@1)get back in the saddle. D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) DWhile (xx0232@1)she was still speaking, towards his feet he's reaching, where lay his guitar. G (320003@1) DHis (xx0232@1)head was swimming in the alphabet, soup letters swirled and words formed, in his heart. He said D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) GI'm (320003@1)going to build a song for us with four verses and a chorus, on real estate your A (x02220@1) D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1) Gwords (320003@1)inspired. And there we'll live rent free, sleep on beds of melody as the stars A (x02220@1) Dand (xx0232@1)the planets and the clock do laps. D (xx0232@1) G (320003@1) GAnd (320003@1)so that song he built was hers, with a chorus and four verse, and she woke to A (x02220@1) Dfind (xx0232@1)him finally asleep. This is a pretty simplified, one person playing, version of the song, but it still sounds good.