Falling Aeroplanes

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then [D]

      [D]                                [G]           [D]
Boy [G]threw his guitar down and started beating his brow, no matter how hard

he tried he couldn't j[D]ustif[A]y,

[D]                              [G]                  [D]
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.

        [D]                                   [G]          [D]
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.

[D]                                       [G]
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

            [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]
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 re[D]aching, 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

               [D]                            [G]             [D]
I'm g[G]oing to build a song for us with four verses and a chorus, on real estate your

 [A]        [D]                                               [G]
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.

              [D]                             [G]
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.