Gabardine is a tough, tightly woven fabric used to make suits, overcoats, trousers, uniforms, windbreakers, and other garments.
The word gabardine has been used to refer to a "dress, covering" since the 1590s. It has been used to mean "closely woven cloth" since 1904.
The fibre used to make the fabric is traditionally worsted wool, but may also be cotton, texturized polyester, or a blend. Gabardine is woven as a warp-faced steep or regular twill, with a prominent diagonal rib on the face and smooth surface on the back. Gabardine always has many more warp than weft yarns.
Cotton gabardine is often used by bespoke tailors to make pocket linings for business suits, where the pocket's contents would quickly wear holes in the usual flimsy pocket lining material.
Clothing made from gabardine is generally labeled as being suitable for dry cleaning only, as is typical for wool textiles.
Gabardine may also refer to the twill-weave used for gabardine fabric, or to a raincoat made of this fabric.
Gabardine is a tough, tightly woven fabric used to make suits, overcoats, trousers and other garments.
Gabardine may also refer to:
Gabardine was a band on Saddle Creek Records that formed in 1996. Composed of members of Beep Beep, Broken Spindles, Head of Femur, and The Faint, their members were Chris Hughes, Eric Bemberger, Ben Armstrong, and Joel Petersen. They released one self-titled album and added two tracks to the Saddle Creek sampler. They broke up in the summer of 1998.
Do you think you're up for this?
Are you ready to get undressed,
undressed in your evening best besides,
every heart is like a house on fire with escape
routes in every room.
These are the trials of our youth.
But this charade is never going to last
so pick the poison and pour yourself a glass
I still feel the same
No one's to blame.
I will be waiting outside if you're ready to go.
Your sundress reflects in the headlight glow.
Besides, every heart is like a house of cards
when the walls break down on you.
These are the trials of our youth.
But this charade is never going to last
so pick the poison and pour yourself a glass
I still feel the same
No one's to blame.
These are the fast times
These are the fast times
But this charade is never going to last
so pick the poison and pour yourself a glass
I still feel the same
No one's to blame.
These mistakes are just a part of the ride
and if we choke on the next tongue that we tie
I still feel the same
These are the fast times
These are the fast times
These are the fast times