Swaging
Swaging (/ˈsweɪdʒ/, pronunciation note below) is a forging process in which the dimensions of an item are altered using dies into which the item is forced. Swaging is usually a cold working process; however, it is sometimes done as a hot working process.
The term swage can apply to the process of swaging (verb), or to a die or tool used for swaging (noun).
Blacksmithing
The term "swage" comes from the Old French term souage, meaning "decorative groove" or "ornamental moulding". Swages were originally tools of the blacksmith trade, used for forming metal into various shapes that were too intricate to make with a hammer alone. Swages called "fullers" are often used in bladesmithing for making grooves in swords and knives. Swage blocks are anvil-like dies with various shapes forged into them, which are also used for forming metal. Blacksmithing swages are typically tools with faces of various shapes, sometimes with handles for holding or pegs for attaching to an anvil, and often have a flat head for striking with a hammer. Swages are used for shaping the metal in various ways, to increase its beauty or its fit for a desired purpose.
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Be With Me Now
by: SojaIn two months I'm through the doorway,
Put my guitar on the floor,
And you will sit and tell me,
That you can't take anymore,
And you will sit and wonder,
What I can only speculate,
That time is going to be telling us what we don't want it to say.
So just be with me now,
With your hair wrapped around my fingers,
Where your words turn into whispers,
Where you fall asleep and dream, dream,
That you could be with me now,
As I keep track on my fingers,
Of the cities and the strangers,
Of the pieces of my dreams.
It's been so long since I've seen you,
Almost forgot your face,
And time it brings me full close to,
But it does the opposite for me.
So I've got my hallways and my hotels
And a ticket with my name
It's been too long since I've seen you
And there's so much to say.
But just be with me now,
With your hair wrapped around my fingers,
Where your words turn into whispers,
Where you fall asleep and dream, dream, dream
That you can be with me now.
As I keep track on my fingers
All the cities and the strangers