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Rating: "No one here gets out alive," no one will get out of here alive.
The reality of things becomes increasingly evanescent. "The Doors," the doors of perception on the border between our reality and the infinite (described by Blake's poetry).
The doors open by detaching from the normal conception of the world (the space/time one). You can get high without limits just to open that damn door, to see what's on the other side. "Break on through to the other side," break through to the other side, but the breakthrough cannot be crossed alive, therefore: no one will get out of here alive, and when you understand it, life takes on another aspect, new.
"Your carefree days are gone, baby
The night is approaching
The shadows of the evening grow with the years
You walk on the sidewalk with a flower in hand
Trying to tell me that no one understands you
Trading your hours for a handful of coins."
Once childhood is over, it is never easy to be in the world again, because the night is approaching, the night where you see nothing, the night we have feared since we were little, when we couldn't sleep: no shape, no colors, only the spirit of things. If you pay attention, in the night, you hear the spirit of things, of men, of everything, and it whispers to you, and it seems like you're leaving your body to go further... unfortunately, when we're no longer little, we often lose the ability to hear.
Life is not just simple survival; there's something more, something tragically unrepeatable for each of us. There's no second chance, no alternative path: sooner or later you have to reckon with her, death, because she reaches everyone, no one excluded and when she approaches, you feel the solemn inevitability of every moment, in which we are all equal. The "masque of the red death" from Poe will come, we will reach the "end of the night" spoken of by Celine and Mahagonny, the city of false happiness, will sink like an Atlantis in the desert under the Alabama moon.
Five to one. No one has ever been able to understand what it meant: maybe it refers to the fact that, at the time it was written, one out of five people got high (in the USA) or maybe it doesn't mean a damn thing.
This is how "Waiting In The Sun" concludes, the wait ends.
"They got the guns, but we got the numbers, gonna win, yeah"
They have the guns, they destroy the last good left, they destroy it with war, with pain... with oil.
But we have the music and with it, there are neither dead nor alive, we are all there, everything is there, forever.
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