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Darren Hanlon Miscellaneous Falling Aeroplanes The boy threw his guitar down And started beating his brow No matter how hard he tried he couldnt justify All the wasted time spent inventing words and rhyme As the stars and the planets and the clock did lapse You see making up songs is for losers I should build something she uses Like a box or a bed or cupboards or shelves Songs are made of air they cant be of any use to her Better off trying to catch falling aeroplanes Then girl said boy dont be so stupid boy dont be so daft Youre not even right by half And although you say your songs are fundamentally air Theres also thousands of vibrations that stimulate the air In such a way that whenever I hear them They always make me smile they are 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 was reaching Where lay his guitar His head was swimming in alphabet soup Let it swirl his words formed in his heart He said Im gonna build this song for us with four verses and a chorus A real estate your words inspired There we will live rent free and sleep on beds of melody And leave the key change with the seasons And so that song he built was hers with chorus and four verse And she woke to find him finally asleep |
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