G C G C G C G C G D Em C G C G C The water’s rising quickly up the shore The old folks songs don’t fit the land no more With dreams of high, dry fenced in suburbs, the village is forlorn Nervous eyes traverse the sky for that final storm Here the clouds are high and they quickly pass The earth’s as hard and cruel as broken glass There were always some who said the good times could not last We were too busy being free to see they might end so fast Am D Am C Am D Em C Chorus: The sky’s on fire The water’s high I love/I’d help you baby But my heart is dry The pleasures we once found in all the things we owned Are dry and empty now as old dead bones How we gorged, but never full, we stood so all alone To watch as all we had ignored tore down our homes Chorus: The sky’s on fire The water’s high I love/I’d help you baby/The Earth don’t care But my heart is dry/ If we all live or die The pyramids with their crumbling walls The Roman ruins that once stood so tall How their certainty once held us in their thrall And the citadels that now cast their spell will too crack and fall Chorus: (Repeat) The sky’s on fire The water’s high I love you baby But my heart is dry |
Broken glass (Circling Crows page)
Organizing Team
Eventure is curated by a small team of designers, researchers, and ecologists who believe that technology must serve the planet — not the other way around. Working between Milan, Nairobi, and São Paulo, the team brings together local knowledge and global collaboration to shape a gathering rooted in care, creativity, and systems thinking.
We don’t just program talks — we curate experiences, relationships, and ideas that grow long after the event ends.
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