Wax

What role does the wax in your earhole fulfill?

What really started the corn sprouting on Broadway was a lugubrious tune by Louisiana's Jimmie Davis called It Makes No Difference Now. In the late '30s Decca's Recording Chief David Kapp heard this Texas hit and got it on wax.

He was charged with two felonies, for possession of Xanax and wax.

He looked round the poor room, at the distempered walls, and the bad engravings in meretricious frames, the crinkly paper and wax flowers on the chiffonier; and he thought of a room like Father Bryan's, with panelling, with cut glass, with tulips in silver pots, such a room as he had hoped to have for his own.

The syrup is waxing. Come and help yourselves.

"I was reassigned over from the 9th when the battalion CO got waxed on the road leading in." Ben kept his dismay to himself. Here was one more officer in the 90th who'd been on the job only hours or days, replacing commanders killed or wounded....

"You telling me you know who really waxed him and your mom?" "Yeah," she lied. "Just who pulled the trigger or who ordered it to be pulled?"

Holonym: wax and wane

And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there.

For nature, crescent, does not grow alone In thews and bulks, but, as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal.

And so it had always pleased M. Stutz to expect great things from the dark young man whom he had first seen in his early twenties ; and his expectations had waxed rather than waned on hearing the faint bruit of the love of Ivor and Virginia—for Virginia, M. Stutz thought, would bring fineness to a point in a man like Ivor Marlay, […].

Near-synonyms: become, get, go, turn, come, fall, grow

to wax poetic

to wax wode

to wax eloquent

Ah, ſirrah, by my ſay, it waxes late: I’ll to my reſt.

He waxes desperate with imagination.

As a cage is full of birds, so are their houses full of deceit: therefore they are become great, and waxen rich.

You behold, Sir, how he waxeth Wroth at your Abode here.

The stars grew pale and paler still till at last they vanished; the golden moon waxed wan, and her mountain ridges stood out against her sickly face.

In the night, or the gloomy chambers of the day, fears and misgivings wax strong, but out in the sunlight there is, for a time, cessation even of the terror of death.

father Arnall's face looked very black but he was not in a wax: he was laughing.

‘That's him to a T,’ she would murmur; or, ‘Just wait till he reads this’; or, ‘Ah, won't that put him in a wax!’