Wednesday, April 24, 2013

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

Monday, April 8, 2013

On My Way

Here's a nice little song, with lyrics by William. It's a mood piece that are just vague enough for you to assign whatever meaning that makes it personal to you. The original lyrics don't have a date, but I'd put them somewhere around 1980 - 1982. This is the first they've been set to music, though, and they were re-tooled for that.

This is just me on the piano, but if I were to produce it, I think I'd do it as Bluegrass... banjo, fiddle, guitar, double-bass, and and brushed percussion.


On My Way

-- William Hoover

There's a grassy knoll I've been dreaming to
And a fountain not too far away
And I'll be sipping that water
As soon as tomorrow
'Cause I'm leaving today
I'm On My Way

There's a cool water summer on my mind
And a breeze blowing over the bay
And by Tuesday this week
I'll be off of this street
And settling down to stay
I'm On My Way

On My Way
And soon I will be far away
Ain't gonna stay
Sometimes here -- always on my way

There's a shady tree I've been thinking of
And a sunset to follow that day
And I can't wait to go
Into my Tomorrow
Say goodbye to Today
I'm on my way

And there's a moon in the river staring at me
From the eye in the glare of a wave
And I don't even know where this river is flowing
And don't really care what they say


On My Way
And soon I will be far away
Ain't gonna stay
Sometimes here -- always on my way

On My Way
On My Way
On My Way
On My Way