Skewed Lines

Notes: Recorded late at night in my garden-shed after pondering a poem by Rudyard Kipling. Comparing the idea with “cowboys and indians”, it struck me that “… never the twain shall meet” may be described in three dimensional geometry as a skewed line. I tried to invoke the mysteries and romanticism of a desert journey through Wyoming night with the arrangement and lyrics.

Lyrics:
Across the divide we ride forth parallel
Taking the curves
images blur
riding the same carrossel
Among the creatures tonight
Through the desert we dwell
Under twinkling of stars
Light from afar
Where we should stand is where we fell
Two skewed lines
Ne’er the twain shall we meet
Though we’re the same
No one’s to blame
We should accept it’s the nature of two skewed lines
The faded mark of an X
Of a map that’s weathered and torn
Moon beams through holes
In delicate folds
Where it began is where it ends
Two skewed lines
Ne’er the twain shall we meet
Though it’s the same
No one’s to blame
We’re just accepting the nature of two skewed lines
Well we stopped to rest next to a river bed
Silhouettes before a campfire glow
Beneath the Lesser Bear
And Polaris’ fare
Lights a trail of want and woe
Across the divide we ride forth parallel
Taking the curves
images blur
riding the same carrossel
Among the creatures tonight
Through the desert we dwell
Under twinkling of stars
Light from afar
Where we should stand is where we fell
Two skewed lines
Ne’er the twain shall we meet
Though we’re the same
No one’s to blame
We should accept it’s the nature of two skewed lines