- published: 07 May 2016
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Melting, or fusion, is a physical process that results in the phase change of a substance from a solid to a liquid. The internal energy of a substance is increased, typically by the application of heat or pressure, resulting in a rise of its temperature to the melting point, at which the rigid ordering of molecular entities in the solid breaks down to a less-ordered state and the solid liquefies. An object that has melted completely is molten. Substances in the molten state generally have reduced viscosity with elevated temperature; an exception to this maxim is the element sulfur, whose viscosity increases with higher temperatures in its molten state.
Some organic compounds melt through mesophases, states of partial order between solid and liquid.
When a substance melts and the solid and liquid phases are in an equilibrium, it maintains a constant temperature, the melting point. The energy used for melting is a latent heat. This characterizes the process of melting as a first-order phase transition.
Actors: Dieter Pfaff (actor), Hannes Jaenicke (actor), Günter Rohrbach (producer), Götz George (actor), Eberhard Feik (actor), Ralf Richter (actor), Bernd Eichinger (producer), Wolfram Berger (actor), Hajo Gies (director), Hannes Nikel (editor), Claudia Messner (actress), Martin Gies (writer), Martin May (actor), Annette Kreft (actress), Gerry Jochum (actor),
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With a tangled garden thick and wild
We used to go there, you and I, as children
Slipping away from the aunts and uncles and their home made brew
We carried our ice creams in the Summer sun
Trying to make them last as long as we could
Pretty soon they started to run
Dripping down our arms, dripping on the ground
Melting
We sat under the trees smoking bark
Lighting little fires and stompin' each one out
As the Summer went on the flames grew higher
We just stared and stared and stared at everything melting
Melting
At the back of my grandmother's house there was a hill
Black and smoking at the end of the day
We watched the fire trucks go back on down the road
We heard them calling out our names
We were standing in the shadows, melting
Melting, melting
Now my grandmother's house is a supermarket
And I'm far away, living in a colder city
And tonight I've pulled the top off a bottle of beer
And I've lit a fire and I'm staring, staring
Where are you, where are you now?
You're melting, we're all melting, melting, melting, melting