In chemistry, an alkali (/ˈælkəlaɪ/; from Arabic: al-qaly القلي, القالي , “ashes of the saltwort”) is a basic, ionic salt of an alkali metal or alkaline earth metal chemical element. An alkali also can be defined as a base that dissolves in water. A solution of a soluble base has a pH greater than 7.0. The adjective alkaline is commonly, and alkalescent less often, used in English as a synonym for basic, especially for soluble bases. This broad use of the term is likely to have come about because alkalis were the first bases known to obey the Arrhenius definition of a base, and they are still among the most common bases.
The word "alkali" is derived from Arabic al qalīy (or alkali), meaning the calcined ashes (see calcination), referring to the original source of alkaline substances. A water-extract of burned plant ashes, called potash and composed mostly of potassium carbonate, was mildly basic. After heating this substance with calcium hydroxide (slaked lime), a far more strongly basic substance known as caustic potash (potassium hydroxide) was produced. Caustic potash was traditionally used in conjunction with animal fats to produce soft soaps, one of the caustic processes that rendered soaps from fats in the process of saponification, one known since antiquity. Plant potash lent the name to the element potassium, which was first derived from caustic potash, and also gave potassium its chemical symbol K (from the German name Kalium), which ultimately derived from alkali.
The words "alkali" or "alkaline" or similar can be used to refer to:
Alkali... here's mud in yer eye
You've been lost in the desert 25 years or more
Ah yer whiskey streams
And yer gold field dreams
Well Lady Luck won't let you dark her door
And they tell me your a ghost of a man
Lord, I believe it's true
And they say you had a woman once
But she turned her back on you
You old gold minin' hobo
Dry well desert rat Alkali
Put the bacon on to fry
Well, the sun's comin' up and the mule's waitin' for his grain
Just a one room shack
By the Santa Fe track
It's an old lick of earth
That's screamin' for a drop of rain
And there's a time for work
And a time for play
And a time for lyin' down
And the road might lead to the rainbow's end
A dusty old desert town
You old gold minin' hobo
Dry well desert rat Alkali
Alkali... there's a buzzard in the sky
And he's a-countin' his chances on a-pickin' your skinflint bones
Ah, raise your hand
Throw a curse on the land
They're gonna find you one day
Lyin' 'neath an unmarked stone
Well the desert is a lonely place
For a man to lose his head
They tell me when you start to talkin' to yourself
Lord, you might as well be dead...
You old gold minin' hobo
Dry well desert rat Alkali
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You old gold minin' hobo
Dry well desert rat Alkali
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You old gold minin' hobo