"She Left Her Diary On The Bar" genre: Acoustic
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	From lines written by Ailsa when she was 16, in a poem called 'Lost Girl'; a story she wrote, and I turned into a song.
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	Story Behind the Song When our daughter Ailsa was 16, she was writing endless poems, lines and stories in books she carried everywhere. One of them was a story about a girl who did the same thing, and it contained the lines for the title of this song. Ailsa showed me the poem and described the story to me, and I put some of the lines to a tune which suggested itself. She liked it, so I finished the song. But when it was done, she looked at the new ending. 'O Dad! I can't believe what you've done to my story! It was supposed to be a happy ending!'... It's two years later now and I have finally recorded this so she can let her internet friends hear it. Lyrics She left her diary on the bar Once I knew a girl like you And when the wide world made her blue This is all she had to do She'd put it down on paper Midnight rhymes and secret codes Single lines and overloads In the inkwell of her soul She dipped the sharpened quill of anger In beds, in bars, in subway trains She dreams in couplets and quatrains Across the pages of her brain The silent wild words wander She kept her diary every day and filled it up with dreams and thoughts and rhymes She kept her diary on the way wherever she was going and the lines Of the pages filled with words All the heartache in her life All the sorrow and the hurt All the heartbreak that was hers One night in a hotel bar An hour too late, a glass too far The barman thinks, I guess you are Another lonely stranger; He tries to catch her with his eye No looking up and no reply And so he has another try He doesn't sense the danger She caught his glance and held it fast And knew this page would be the last One tear falls and the time is past For silent pain and anger She left her diary on the bar because she didn't need it any more She left her diary on the bar where everyone could read it and they saw Through the window of her words All the heartache in her life All the sorrow and the hurt All the hearbreak that was hers Yet the words cut like a knife Till they reach the part that hurts And they cut it out and throw it to the darkness and the dirt Then you step into the light And you see the wound is clean There's nothing there to hurt you and you know there's never been Any heartache in your life Any sorrow, any hurt Any heartbreak quite like hers (Optional ending): So the pages turn, the covers close The ink dries on the overdose The dust lies on the windowshade The rust dies on the razorblade And all that poetry she made Is the only thing about her anybody knows

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