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Darren Hanlon - Falling Aeroplanes
Intro:
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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-|
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then D
D G D
G
Boy threw his guitar down and started beating his brow, no matter how hard
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he tried he couldn\'t justify,
D G D
G
All that wasted time, spent inventing words and rhyme, as the stars and the
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planets and the clock did laps.
D G D
You see making up songs is for losers, I should build something she uses, like a
G D A
box or a bed or cupboards or shelves.
D G D
G
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.
D G
D
Then girl said boy don\'t be so stupid, boy don\'t be so daft, you\'re not even right
A
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
D G D
G
them, they always make me smile, they\'re just as tactile as a box or a bed or
D A D
D
cupboards or shelves, so boy now stop your moping, your cursing and no-hoping
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and get back in the saddle.
D G D
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
D G D
G
I\'m going to build a song for us with four verses and a chorus, on real estate your
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D G
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.
D G
G
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.
