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A sort of folk song. Me playing with the arrow motif and sneaking, not so subtle, song references into it.
Last line is deliberately ambiguous.

lyrics

Firing arrows to the sky.
See them fall like rain
No darts of pleasure here
The belomancer's sane

Seeing shafts stand like flowers
He reads them for a sign
No poison arrow's taint
The belomancer's wine

Don't shoot to kill
but shoot to fill
your mind with dreams
Cos life's not always what it seems

Villagers crowd round the sage
Waiting for the final nod
A bolt from the blue
The belomancer's god

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from Pocket Lint E​.​P. 1, released August 19, 2020
M J Heffernan

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Pocket Lint London, UK

Solo artist, guitars, synths and pianos. Genre nomad. Concept driven noir pop
My songs are scattered with found sounds. I call them aural bon-bons.

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