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
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
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