The transponder requirements have three major sections, namely the chip; the antenna; and the assembly of the chip and the antenna onto the goods being labelled.
quote by Mike Marsh
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The ant and the antenna
As I sit inside my car, everything is still
I see an ant walking on the hood of the car
It crawls to the long but thin antenna
It grips the base of the antenna and walks vertically up
The ant desperately encircles the antenna as it walks up its length although not needing to
When he reaches the top, he stands there for a while
… and jumps off
Sometimes I wonder
Is this the meaning of life
To work endlessly to achieve a goal
Just to plummet as soon as you reach it
poem by Javontae Jones
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Antenna
I'm the Antenna
Catching vibration
You're the transmitter
Give information!
Wir richten Antennen ins Firmament
Empfaengen die Tone die Niemand kennt
I'm the transmitter
I give information
You're the antenna
Catching vibration
Es Strahlen die Sender Bild Ton und Wort
Elektromagnetisch an jeden Ort
I'm the Antenna
Catching vibration
You're the transmitter
Give information!
Radio Sender und Hoerer sind wir
Spielen im Aether das Wellenklavier
[repeat to fade]
I'm the antenna catching vibration
You're the transmitter give information
I'm the transmitter I give information
You're the antenna catching vibration
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Chip Chip Chip Away
You want to come on the ranch,
And do a bit of hi-dee-hey.
You come expecting everyone to do,
What it is you say, yo!
You want to feel you're the boss,
At any cost without delay.
But you aint giving any bucks...
To anyone with an up in pay!
You need to chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in.
You need to chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in, yo!
You need to chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in.
You need to chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in!
You want to come on the ranch,
And do a bit of hi-dee-hey.
You come expecting everyone to do,
What it is you say, yo!
You want to feel you're the boss,
At any cost without delay.
But you aint giving any bucks...
To anyone with an up in pay!
Without delay...
Chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in,
Without delay...
Chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in, yo.
Today...
Chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in,
Without delay...
Chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in, yo.
You want to come on the ranch,
And do a bit of hi-dee-hey.
You come expecting everyone to do,
What it is you say, yo!
You want to feel you're the boss,
At any cost without delay.
But you aint giving any bucks...
To anyone with an up in pay!
You need to chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in.
You need to chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in, yo!
You need to chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in.
You need to chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in!
Without delay...
Chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in,
Without delay...
Chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in, yo.
Today...
Chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in,
Without delay...
Chip chip chip away some of that cement you're in, yo.
And do it,
Today!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bee In My Bonnet
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a hole in my shoe
And my toes are getting colder
I got ants in my pants
I got fries in my thighs
I got a bone in my nose
I got frit in my ass
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a flee in my ear
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I got a ticket for the train
And I'm ready to leave
I got a rockin' pneumonia
and the boogie woogie flu
I got the palpations
All because of you
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I'm burning, with love
I got my fish on the line
I got my hand in the water
I know right from wrong
So I do what I oughta
I laugh in the day
I cry in the night
Woo hoo baby
Gonna be alright
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Chip Away The Stone
You act like a primadonna
Playing so hard to get
Sittin so cool and nochalant
Draggin on a cigarette
You keep a wall all around you
Ill get trough one day
I want your love babe
If push comes to shove
Gonna chip that wall away
(chorus)
Chip away
Chip away at the stone
I wont stop til your love is my very own
Chip away
Thats what Im gonna do
Sweet little mama
I wanna get next to you
You stand like a marble statue
Trying to look so hard
All decked out in your antique dress
While the boys all promenade
Even a rock will crumble
If you strike it night and day
If hammer I must
Im gonna get trough your crust
Gonna chip that stone away
(repeat chorus)
Chip it, Im gonna nip it
All night long
song performed by by Aerosmith
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The Axeman
High on the hills, where the tall trees grow,
There lives an axeman that 1 know.
From his little hut by a ferny creek,
Day after day, week after week,
He goes each morn with his shining axe,
Trudging along by the forest tracks;
And he chops and he chops till the daylight goes
High on the hills, where the blue-gum grows.
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)
There's a log to move and a branch to lop.
Now to the felling! His sharp axe bites
Into a tree on the forest heights,
And scarce for a breath does the axeman stop-
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)
Bell-birds watch him; and in the fern
Wallabies listen awhile, and turn
Back through the bracken, and off they hop.
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . -. Chop!)
Patient and tireless, blow on blow
The axeman swings as the minutes go;
While the echoes ring from the mountain-top.
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)
Round about him the. rabbits play,
Skipping and scampering all the day,
And the sweet young grass by the logs they crop.
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)
Crimson parrots above him climb,
The Axeman
Chattering, chattering all the time,
As down from the branches the twigs they drop.
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! Chop!)
Steadily, surely, on he goes,
Shaking the tree with his mighty blows:
There's never a pause and there's never a stop.
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)
Out from the bush beyond is heard
The swaggering song of the butcher-bird
Seeking a joint for his butcher's shop.
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)
Deeper and deeper the cut creeps in,
While the parrots shriek with a deafening din,
And the chips fly out with a flip and a flop.
(Chip! Chop! Chip! Chop!)
Yellow robins come flocking round,
Watching the chips as they fall to ground,
Darting to catch the g ubs that drop.
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)
The blows come quicker. The axe~biade hums,
Stand well back, there, before she comes!
Hark! How the splinters crack and pop-
(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)
Listen! Listen! She's creaking now!
Look, high up, at that trembling bough!
Another second, and down she'll smash,
Shaking the earth with a mighty crash;
Look at her! Look at her! (Chip! Chop!
Chip! . . . . . . . .Chip!)
Wee - E - E - E - E - E --
FLOP!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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The Yellow Tailed Thornbill
I'm a fussy little fellow
In my kilt of glowing yellow;
As about the garden ways I bow and bend.
Many a melody I bring you,
In the soft, gay songs I sing you
With a cheery little grace-note at the end
'Chip, chip.'
Oh, I never miss that grace-note at the end.
Summer into autumn passes,
And among the rippening grasses,
'Mid the midges, goodly provender I gain.
Little for your presence caring,
Confident and greatly daring,
I will charn you with a sudden, sweet refrain
'Chip, chip.'
Oh, a very soft, yet valiant refrain.
When the time has come for nesting,
Our sagacity attesting,
We erect a neat, twin-chambered bow'r of love;
Mother in the nursery sleeping
With the babes, while sentry keeping,
Father has his parlor-bedroom up above
'Chip, chip.'
Oh, it's cosier - and quieter above.
In my kilt of golden yellow
I'm a friendly little fellow,
And my spangled sable crown I proudly bear.
Tho' my way be meek and lowly,
I can capture, win you wholly
If you'll listen to this cheerful little air
'Chip, chip.'
Oh, I'll charm you with my cheerful little air.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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chip by chip
the chick cracks open
a new world
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Don't Nick To Chip It When It Benefits
You can forget it when the getting has gone.
But you can't forget when you get it.
You can't forget when you get it.
You can forget it when the getting has gone.
But you can't forget when you get it.
You can't forget when you get it.
When the feeling is strong,
It belongs.
Don't nick to chip it when it fits.
When something given is a benefit.
You can forget it when the getting has gone.
But you can't forget when you get it.
You can't forget when you get it.
When the feeling is strong,
It belongs.
Don't nick to chip it when it fits.
When something given is a benefit.
When the feeling is strong,
It belongs.
Don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
Don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
When that feeling's with you all day,
And night long.
Don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
No don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
No don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
Don't, don't, don't-don't no don't,
Nick to chip it when it benefits!
No don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
No don't nick to chip it when it benefits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chip also reduces the damage done by bandits. They still steal drinks and cheers along the course, but no longer scramble the paying runners' results. No entry fee, no Chip, no time or place.
quote by Joe Henderson
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If I were to play somebody who ran a fish and chip shop, I would not work in a fish and chip shop for three months. Staring at chips is not going to help me in my performance.
quote by Ben Kingsley
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Shamso
You are the little computer chip in my brain and,
I will love you for what you are to me;
But try to be brave enough to have my babies!
For Shamso is very intelligent enough and,
I want you to stimulate me before the foreplay.
Come and touch my heart and show me the way,
For your love is like the little computer chip;
And many love to see you around me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Comedians are never really on vacation because you're always at attention... that antenna is always out there.
quote by Bob Newhart
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Until It's Time For You To Go (Demo Vocal)
Chip: "Oh, I have here a record by Michael Blessing."
[Mike spits out his soda. Micky and Chip begin giggling]
Mike: Thank you very much..thank you very much Lloyd. Lloyd and Clyde.
Micky: Let's go, huh?
Mike: Glad to be here, Dick.
Micky: I'm just so jealous, I could squish grapes.
Chip:...okay.
I'm not a dream, I'm not an angel
I'm a man
You're not a queen, you're just a woman
So hold my hand
We'll make a space in the lives
We both had planned
And here we'll stay until it's time for you to go
Yes, we're different, worlds apart
We're not the same
We laughed and played at the start
As in a game
You could have stayed outside my heart
But in you came
So here you'll stay until it's time for you to go
Don't ask why of me
Don't ask how of me
Don't ask forever of me
Love me now
This love of mine had no beginning
It has no end
I was an oak, now I'm a willow
And I can bend
And though I'll never in my life see you again
Still, I will stay until it's time for you to go
song performed by by Monkees
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Double Chocolate Chip Mornings
As the sun comes out above me
It comes out above you, too
We are like a split double chocolate chip cookie
No longer in the right place,
Or the right shape,
Or the right colors
Double chocolate chip mornings
As the grass beneath my feet emerges
You’re laughing too
A constant sound trapped inside me
No longer together,
Or sharing inside jokes,
But yet not apart
Mint ice cream afternoons
As the air gets colder and the wind plays with my hair
It’s teasing you, too
A constant sound trapped inside me
No longer together,
Or sharing inside jokes,
But yet not apart
We are like a split double chocolate chip cookie
No longer in the right place,
Or the right shape,
Or the right colors
Double chocolate chip mornings
2. Frying Tonight
Fish chip and mushy pea suppers
Newspaper vinegar drips
A shower of dark brown malt liquid
Helps salt crystals stick to your chips
The smell is a stunning reminder
Of many an outing since gone
When fish chip and mushy pea suppers
Were quickly devoured every one
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Chocolate Chip Cookie
Like a chocolate chip cookie
I can't keep my hands off you
The moment I see or smell you
I long to have you in my hands and mouth...
You're soft to the touch, and taste so sweet
easy to digest, you make me weak
I try to resist you, but know that I can't
I long to have you..My Chocolate Chip Cookie
In the palm of my hand
poem by Velma Veleau Ridley
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My life's experiences, I've always had, my uncle used to call it antenna. I know what's going to happen oftentimes before it happened when it's involving me.
quote by Terrence Howard
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Miracles You do not have to look for them. They are there, 24 7, beaming like radio waves all around you. Put up the antenna, turn up the volume - snap... crackle... this just in, every person you talk to is a chance to change the world...
quote by Hugh Elliott
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Heard Somebody Cry
(I thought I heard somebody cry--
I though I heard somebody cry)
I went to see what I could find
Like flowers in the dead of night
Like shadows in the moonlight--
I though I heard somebody cry
A choir with a single voice--a picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect--to pick up all your thoughts
Chorus
It isnt true
I am not the ghost
Without a soul . . . come
Listen to my heart
You feel the beat . . . stop
Listen to the sound
Of moving feet . . . walk
Through the halls at night
When Im asleep
I dont believe . . .i dont believe
The shoe is on the other foot--the glove is on the fist
The first is like a cannonball--but it feels like a kiss
I got a bed thats real soft--in a room thats always sad
I thought I heard a window sigh--
I though I heard somebody cry
Chorus
A choir with a single voice--a picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect--to pick up all your thoughts
I sip the running water--like rivers from your eyes
I thought I heard somebody cry--somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry--somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry--i thought Id go and see
I thought I heard somebody cry--somebody might be me
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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