Countdown: 15

The Final Cut is probably the hardest to get and the most political Pink Floyd album. That's why most of the fans don't like it as much as the other conceptual albums. It's obvious, when you talk about politics everybody gets offended or as Roger himself says, you can't write rock and roll withought offending people.

This album contains Roger's deepest concerns and worries. You know when you are young, you shout and cry, you protest, you follow philosophies, you praise your intellectual heros, you fall in love, you win, you lose, but in that particular middle age, when you pass your youth, when you are 40, that's when you comprehend your deepest desire.

You see that you were just immitating the philosophers you didn't believe in the bottom of your heart. You find that your loves and goals were not the ones you really looked for, you find that most of the issues you've been struggling and fighting for are not changeable, you see that you can't avoid death, you can't deny God, you can't change the world. You imagine what if you were young again having today's vision.

40 is the age of wisdom and here's the words of wisdom, Roger is driving in his car and he faces another sun in the sky, a nuclear bomb explosion that finally makes minority and majority, powerful and weak, even steven.

Two Suns In The Sunset

In my rear view mirror the sun is going down

Sinking behind bridges in the road

And I think of all the good things

That we have left undone

And I suffer premonitions

Confirm suspicions

Of the holocaust to come.

The wire that holds the cork

That keeps the anger in

Gives way

And suddenly it's day again.

The sun is in the east

Even though the day is done.

Two suns in the sunset

Could be the human race is run.

Like the moment when the brakes lock

And you slide towards the big truck
You stretch the frozen moments with your fear.

And you'll never hear their voices

And you'll never see their faces

You have no recourse to the law anymore.

And as the windshield melts

My tears evaporate

Leaving only charcoal to defend.

Finally I understand the feelings of the few.

Ashes and diamonds

Foe and friend

We were all equal in the end.

Radio: "...and now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers spreading from the east ... with an expected high of 4000 degrees Celsius"