Biografía:
Darren Hanlon is a singer/songwriter from Gympie in Queensland, Australia.
Before becoming a solo artist in 1999, he was a member of The Simpletons, and contributed backing guitar and keyboards for The Lucksmiths, The Deerhunters, and Mick Thomas.
Darren is known for his engaging and down-to-earth folk-pop storytelling as well as his often charming lyrics.
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Otras canciones:
- A To Z
- All These Things
- Butterfly Bones
- Cast Of Thousands
- Couch Surfing
- Elbows
- Falling Aeroplanes
- Fire Engine
- Folk Insomnia
- Home
- I Wish That I Was Beautiful For You
- Kickstand Song
- Modern History
- Notes On Leaving
- Ostracism Of Vinny Lalor
- Punks Not Dead
- Record Store
- Scenes From A Separation
- She Cuts Hair
- Spend Christmas Day With Me
- The Guitar
- When You Go
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Darren Hanlon - Falling Aeroplanes
Intro:
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then D
D G D
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Boy threw his guitar down and started beating his brow, no matter how hard
D A
he tried he couldn't justify,
D G D
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All that wasted time, spent inventing words and rhyme, as the stars and the
D A D
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
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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.
D G
D
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
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
G A D
and get back in the saddle.
D G D
While she was still speaking, towards his feet he's reaching, where lay his guitar.
G D
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
A D G
D G
words inspired. And there we'll live rent free, sleep on beds of melody as the stars
A D
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
A D
find him finally asleep.
This is a pretty simplified, one person playing, version of the song, but it still
sounds good.
Intro:
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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---------------------------------------|
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A-------------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
D A
he tried he couldn't justify,
D G D
G
All that wasted time, spent inventing words and rhyme, as the stars and the
D A D
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
A D
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
G A D
and get back in the saddle.
D G D
While she was still speaking, towards his feet he's reaching, where lay his guitar.
G D
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
A D G
D G
words inspired. And there we'll live rent free, sleep on beds of melody as the stars
A D
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
A D
find him finally asleep.
This is a pretty simplified, one person playing, version of the song, but it still
sounds good.
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