Thyristor
A thyristor is a solid-state semiconductor device with four layers of alternating N and P-type material. It acts exclusively as a bistable switch, conducting when the gate receives a current trigger, and continuing to conduct while the voltage across the device is not reversed (forward-biased). A three-lead thyristor is designed to control the larger current of its two leads by combining that current with the smaller current of its other lead, known as its control lead. In contrast, a two-lead thyristor is designed to switch on if the potential difference between its leads is sufficiently large (breakdown voltage).
Some sources define silicon-controlled rectifier (SCR) and thyristor as synonymous. Other sources define thyristors as a larger set of devices with at least four layers of alternating N and P-type material.
The first thyristor devices were released commercially in 1956. Because thyristors can control a relatively large amount of power and voltage with a small device, they find wide application in control of electric power, ranging from light dimmers and electric motor speed control to high-voltage direct current power transmission. Thyristors may be used in power-switching circuits, relay-replacement circuits, inverter circuits, oscillator circuits, level-detector circuits, chopper circuits, light-dimming circuits, low-cost timer circuits, logic circuits, speed-control circuits, phase-control circuits, etc. Originally, thyristors relied only on current reversal to turn them off, making them difficult to apply for direct current; newer device types can be turned on and off through the control gate signal. The latter is known as a gate turn-off thyristor, or GTO thyristor. A thyristor is not a proportional device like a transistor. In other words, a thyristor can only be fully on or off, while a transistor can lie in between on and off states. This makes a thyristor unsuitable as an analog amplifier, but useful as a switch.
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The Rooster
by: AtmosphereBlue collar Eddie and his better half Delores used to be mantel pieces down at the Black Forest.
And I don't know if that bar still exists, but when it did, so did they, a couple bleeding heart kids.
Everything volatile, every night rocker style. Hop a stool, be discrete and just watch a while.
But do your best to keep the level observational, drama is attractive so push it when it takes a pull.
And each night's a random when you pay a ransom for the right to sing along with them drinking anthems.
And these fools paid so many dues that everybody stops to salute.
But one night after another fight a couple from an opposite table offered an invite.
Dolores didn't want to join 'em, wasn't feeling social.
But Eddie was so aggravated that he had to poke holes.
He walked over, sat in the dialogue and called at Dolores like some kind of dog (hey girl come here)
She can't believe it, she's done, she's had it, but she doesn't want to make another scene in this establishment.
She got up and mosied over, and put her arm up around Eddie's shoulder.
Nobody's sober the song is the same; sometimes you stick out your chin to catch the rain.
You can be a winner, you can be a loser, gotta wake up when you hear the rooster.
Sometimes it's just too simple to live your life wrong, gotta do what right for you when the time comes.
You can be a winner, you can be a loser, gotta wake up when you hear the rooster.
Sometimes it's just too simple to live your life wrong, gotta do what right for you when the time comes.
The clock keeps drinking, they keep ticking. There's two more people who get to play positions.
Samantha and Chuck; not a couple, just roommates; out having too many shots on a Tuesday.
Who knew they'd be tools for the duo, put a little bit of fire on the fuel.
It's a kinda blue, intentions ain't cruel, but everybody's so ready to bend up the rules.
Now there's Chuck, staring at Delores.
Eddie is distracted by Samantha so he doesn't notice.
And everybody's too fucked up to even asses the mess, much less care enough.
More whiskey, a pitcher of Premium, Eddie's getting tipsy, he didn't see it comin.
On his way back from a visit with that urinal, tryna straighten out his thoughts and the vertigo.
Weaves through, stops when he's seen em.
Picture perfect, it looked just like freedom.
Dolores on Chuck's lap kissing him hard. Eddie dipped into the winter left them all at the bar.
Sometimes ya gotta follow what's felt inside; between the power struggle and the selfish pride.
No one's allowed to cry unfair because now they both get to drink alone somewhere.
You can be a winner, you can be a loser, gotta wake up when you hear the rooster
Sometimes it's just too simple to live your life wrong, gotta do what right for you when the time comes
You can be a winner, you can be a loser, gotta wake up when you hear the rooster
Sometimes it's just too simple to live your life wrong, gotta do what right for you when the time comes
You can be a winner, you can be a loser, gotta wake up when you hear the rooster