I Conquered The Day

This is an autobiographical piece. William and I used to paint signs for a living. It's also a very old piece... we wrote it while we were still painting signs. However, I've never played it on the piano before. Until today it was strictly a guitar piece.

I really, really, really like this song. Oddly enough, William doesn't think much of it. I think that it mainly just reminds him of another day at work.


The sound quality here is poor, but I mainly just wanted to get the arrangement recorded so I don't forget it.

I CONQUERED THE DAY
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I conquered the day with paint-stained fingers
And brought life to a painted man
His double dimensions seemed no more alive
'til I moved with a brush in my hand

It continues to keep a sane man sane
This yellow faded through red
Though the eyes in the back will steady the hand
The vapors go to my head
The vapors go to my head

Work out the brush in Gothic one-stroke
I've heard over and over again 
Of its eyes how they move!
For it's heads that they turn on the roads of the world
That give you the money you spend

Small letters make dreams for six-o'clock days
As the easel falls off the wall
A pile-up of patterns makes life oh-so-easy
For letters of twenty-four tall
A pile-up of patterns makes life oh-so-easy
For letters of twenty-four tall

Work out the brush in Gothic one-stroke
I've heard over and over again 
Of its eyes how they move!
For it's heads that they turn on the roads of the world
That give you the money you spend

I conquered the day with paint-stained hands

And fingers that formed color schemes

But I've washed them away, along with today 

To forget what I've done and I've seen

I've washed them away, along with today 

To forget what I've done and I've seen

Work out the brush in Gothic one-stroke
I've heard over and over again 
Of its eyes how they move!
For it's heads that they turn on the roads of the world
That give you the money you spend

For it's heads that they turn on the roads of the world
That give you the money you spend