Stoneware is a vitreous or semi-vitreous ceramic ware made primarily from non-refractory fire clay.
One widely-recognized definition is from the Combined Nomenclature of the European Communities, a European industry standard. It states:
"Stoneware, which, though dense, impermeable and hard enough to resist scratching by a steel point, differs from porcelain because it is more opaque, and normally only partially vitrified. It may be vitreous or semi-vitreous. It is usually coloured grey or brownish because of impurities in the clay used for its manufacture, and is normally glazed."
Formulations for stoneware vary considerably, although the vast majority will conform to: plastic fire clays 0–100%, ball clays 0–15%, quartz 0–30% feldspar and chamotte 0 –15%
Stoneware is generally once-fired. Maximum firing temperatures can vary significantly, from 1100 °C to 1300 °C depending on the flux content. Typically temperatures will be between 1180°C to 1280°C, the higher end of which equate to Bullers Rings 38 to 40 & Seger cones 4 to 8. To produce a better quality fired glaze finish twice firing can be used, and this can be especially important for formulations composed of highly carbonaceous clays. For these, biscuit firing is around 900 °C and glost firing 1180–1280 °C. Water absorption of stoneware products is less than 1%.
She should call me,
I should phone her,
But I'm too shaky,
And she's a stoner.
I'm so friendly,
She's a loner,
I'm on eccy,
She's a stoner.
I haven't got it.
I haven't got it.
I never lost it,
I never had it.
(I'm takin' you to hell)
She likes TV,
Her name's Mona,
I get frisky,
But she's a stoner.
She gets hungry,
Calls me over,
"bring me sweet things,"
She's a stoner.
Spanish family,
Barcelona,
She's my gypsy,
She's a stoner.
He looks shifty,
Drinks corona,
Sells her fifty,
She's a stoner.
She's your mystery organ doner,
You get her kidney, you're a stoner.
Sing it with me,
Sing it slower,
Are you ready?
Shes...
A...
agal hazahab !
another fear of mine, hunger which destroys
emptiness , deep abyss , a hole in my soul
no way to fill it , mess in my head
only alcohol ,crack and casual sex
I've took an axe , found a garden and cut the tree
in the image of mine I've tooled it
I covered it , covered it with a plate of gold
then I have a slave then I have a god
Loving You , Loving You , Loving You
it's not a dream for me , not to carry out
Loving You , Loving You , Loving You
I stay in hell of my loneliness
Loving You , Loving You , Loving You
if I have a stone instead of a heart
Loving You , Loving You , Loving You
even if the life is so fuckin' hard
full of noise , full of chaos, devoid of faith
I profess my image, profess may hate
I don't have to be happy it's not a duress
I've got an alcohol ,crack and casual sex
I've took an axe , found a garden and felt the tree
in the image of mine I've tooled it
I covered it , covered it with a plate of gold
then I have a slave then I have a god
Loving You , Loving You , Loving You
it's not a dream for me , not to carry out
Loving You , Loving You , Loving You
I stay in hell of my loneliness
Loving You , Loving You , Loving You
if I have a stone instead of a heart?
Loving You , Loving You , Loving You
even if the life is so fuckin' hard
( : He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he
which is filthy, let him be filthy still: )
seven angels sent to destroy my brain
hail and fire on my head
I have sold the seal of God from my forehead
there's my way to second death (my way to death)
I've seen you
fallen because of
faith of mind
Haunting my inner vision
Blackening light
By blood I inherited this war
Just my will keeps me alive
Beating myself blind
Stoned into infinity
Crushing against the wall
It's like a raging pestilence this fight
Away
From this inner decay
Away
From your dismay
prejudice is stalking me
Grinning in my face
Burning the last part of me
I'm beyond the point of no return
Lunacy lies near
Breathing down my spine
Raging inside this temple