Name: Love Is A Small Word by The English Assassin
Duration: 2 min 15 s
Description: A small, but perfectly formed gem of a song. Catchy electro-pop with a strong 80s feel.

Another track from my concept album, available at https://antiexit.bandcamp.com/releases

Cocoon

Hello I am

Just Leisure

Predator

This is my tribute to one of the greatest musical innovators ever, and one of my biggest influences.  Featuring the amazing talents of Nathan Leigh -> check out his amazing music at nathan leigh [dot] net.

RIP Starman.

Staman

Starman (David Bowie cover) ZeCoop ft Nathan Leigh

Waiting For The Light - Master

O Unholy Night (feat. Tom Durrant)

Commotion in the front room
Uncle Jack from out of town
Brought an unexpected dinner guest
You greet them with a frown

“This table will be crowded”
Muttered underneath your breath
We already smell the whiskey
Said you didn’t open yet

Hey, ho ho ho
This house looked like a home
For just a little while

But it was cold inside
You let out all the heat 
When you left tonight
Slammed the door
Tension in the air
Tinsel on the floor
Swore you wouldn’t do this to us anymore
Wasted Christmas
O unholy night
O unholy night

So we’re gathered ‘round the table
Conversation’s getting loud
Broke the one requested dinner rule:
No politics allowed

But you’ve been building up all year
So you could scream across our plates
All your trumped-up Christian values
Is it love or is it hate?

Hate, ho ho ho
This house looked like a home
For just a little while

But it was cold inside
You let out all the heat 
When you left tonight
Slammed the door
Tension in the air
Tinsel on the floor
Swore you wouldn’t do this to us anymore
Wasted Christmas
O unholy night

But it was cold inside
You let out all the heat 
When you left tonight
Slammed the door
Tension in the air
Tinsel on the floor
Swore you wouldn’t do this to us anymore
Wasted Christmas
O unholy night
O unholy night
O unholy night
O unholy night

O Unholy Night - demo

14th track for February Album Writing Month, a culmination of themes, ideas, and motifs. A love song, a sad song, a growth song, a hope song. Seems to be the theme this year.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
For every rock thrown
At your window,
There's a hundred nights spent counting up
Love songs lost in limbo.

Where does the music go when it
Slips through my lips and into the air?
What does it mean
If nobody cares?

I had no drive,
And no ambition.
Not much has changed, but hey,
I have days that I waste with tunnel vision.

I'm so terrified of failing at the things that I love,
And if it's all my fault,
It means that I never should have tried,
At all.

Pre-Chorus 1:

I don't even see
The people on the streets
When I pass them by,
When they pass me by.

Doesn't even phase me,
We're living in a haze
Til the next life.

Chorus 1:

I was falling
When my wings came off.
I kissed the sun,
And missed the only time you

Called me,
When you needed me most.
I'm a parasite to 
Starve your host.

The night is young,
But so was I.
The days are cold,
And my throat is dry.

My voice is gone,
But little by little,
I'll get it back
In time.

Verse 2:

Through all the confusion,
Through the mouth of madness,
It was only the one time I turned to the
Bitter cold to cure my sadness.

But, The Night Before I planned on
Leaving through the garden gate,
That was the happiest
I've ever been.

Now I'm down a sister,
Down a father,
And I've lost some friends, but I never thought again,
That I shouldn't even bother.

Sure, I'm tired of writing through the lens
Of my sad, blue eyes,
But with them I can see you,
So I guess I'll be just fine.

Pre-Chorus 2:

Every single day,
Is a chance that I will take
To see this through,
To do what I can do.

Every single song
And all the things that I have done,
Were to get to you.

Chorus 2:

I'll be falling
When my wings come off,
I'll kiss the sun
And never miss the times that you

Call me,
When you need me the most.
You're the life that 
I have chosen.

The night is young,
And so are we,
Our bed is warm,
When the days are freezing.

My voice is gone,
But little by little,
It's coming back
To me.

The hardest part is falling.

Falling

A small, but perfectly formed gem of a song. Catchy electro-pop with a strong 80s feel.

Love is a Small Word

Love Is A Small Word

Deck the halls with one full wardrobe
I don't recall our carpet's hue
It doesn't seem like we ask that much of you
You're nobody's maid
Nobody's maid

Sitting up on Daddy's shoulders
No-one sees the things you do
It doesn't seem like I ask that much of you
You're nobody's maid
Nobody's maid

When you're older will you learn to love the rules?
When you're older will you learn to suffer fools?
When you're older will you take your father's side?
Will you even be the same inside?

Ace of Spades plus Queen of Sheba
Bottom bunk the whole night through
It might not seem like we think the world of you
But we do
You're nobody's maid
Nobody's maid, nobody's maid
Nobody's maide, nobody's maid

Nobody's Maid

HAGIBIS (Something Wicked Crawls This Way)

The English Assassin is a musical magpie, stealing sounds from the late decades of the last century and crafting new songs for the now.
The English Assassin Kills It.

Love Is A Small Word

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