song of the fiesole cinema club

[betteroffbad]

when the world was ending we took to the hills
with the best and the worst of our stories and wine
we knew what we brought would have to last a long time
when we buried and bored, me and some friends of mine
our days in the earth with industrial strength drills

the end of the world will keep anyone thirsty
in a weird way it felt like a small golden age
picnicking in that fallout shelter on the lost future's dime
and filling our time with tales horny and sage
so our hearts and our tear ducts and gonads got bursty

buried and bored in our saftey we thrilled
to blazing worlds glossy with music and heros
we laughed with the awkward and grieved with who grieves
and shed on the margin a couple of tearos
for the far-away strangers the end of the world killed

now what will become of our beautiful dreams
that blazed in those days in our hearts and our screens
what water will carry those dry or damp leaves
through the dust of the day and the bones of machines
down the pale future in whispering streams