Jargoon or jargon (occasionally in old writings jargounce and jacounce) is a name applied by gemologists to those zircons which are fine enough to be cut as gemstones, but are not of the red color which characterizes the hyacinth or jacinth. The word is related to Persian zargun (zircon;zar-gun, "gold-like" or "as gold"). Some of the finest jargoons are green, others brown and yellow, whilst some are colorless. The colorless jargoon may be obtained by heating certain colored stones. When zircon is heated it sometimes changes in color, or altogether loses it, and at the same time usually increases in density and brilliancy. The so-called Matura diamonds, formerly sent from Matara (or Matura), in Sri Lanka, were decolorized zircons. The zircon has strong refractive power, and its lustre is almost adamantine, but it lacks the fire of the diamond. The specific gravity of zircon is subject to considerable variation in different varieties; thus Sir A. H. Church found the specific gravity of a fine leaf-green jargoon to be as low as 3.982, and that of a pure white jargoon as high as 4.705. Jargoon and tourmaline, when cut as gems, are sometimes mistaken for each other, but the specific gravity is distinctive, since that of tourmaline is only 3.103. Moreover, in tourmaline the dichroism is strongly marked, whereas in jargoon it is remarkably feeble. The refractive indices of jargoon are much higher than those of tourmaline.
Down and lost again,
intetions through the door.
Eyes now with some red
It's swollen evermore.
Vision fading fast
You are what I picked.
Said I lost again
That you would have stayed
you would have stayed
Don't turn your head so hard
or all your dreams might slip away
You're just like me.
I already said too much
And I was on my knees.
It's on and on again
Nothing new this day
Take your bottles down
Maybe you should have stayed
you said I lost again
then you would have stayed
You would have stayed
don't turn your head so hard
or all your dreams might slip away
you're just like me
And when I look in your eyes
It's not what I wanna see
But it's all I'll have
And I want a starry night
To push you screaming out of my head
For one last kiss
Just give me one last kiss
Just give me one last kiss
Down and lost again
Intentions through the door
Eyes now with some red
Swollen evermore
Vision fading fast
You I would have picked
Said I lost again
And then you would have stayed
I would have stayed
don't turn your head so hard
or all your dreams might slip away
you're just like me
And when I look in your eyes
It's not what I wanna see
But it's all I'll have
And I want a starry night
To push you screaming out of my head
for one last kiss
Just give me one last kiss