Sonny and another Hells Angel who was at the meeting thought they were beyond a little patch so they headed down to a local tattoo shop in Oakland and were the first to get the famous One Percent tattoos.
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Oakland
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oaktown (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oakland, oakland) get on down (oh-oh-oaktown)
Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby its so fresh (oakland)
Its called the big bad o, city of players on the go
You gotta have trues and vogues (oakland)
Baby, thats my town, when all the tops come down
Youll hear my funky sound (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
O-a-k-l-a-n-d, that city was made for me
Just rocking to the beat (oakland)
Drop tops rolling down the strip, baby its the tip
Dont stop dipping til I quit (oaktown)
Trues and vogues on my car, baby Im a star
Im playing at players park (oakland)
Everybody on the floor, do you really want some more?
Well get funky like playboy $hort (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oakland) oaktown (oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oakland) just get on down
Oh-oh-oh-oak, oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Westside coming through, northside coming to it, too
East oakland its for you (oakland)
Californ-i-a, can you hear me say
Oakland is here to stay (oakland)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oaktown (oh-oh-oh-oaktown)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) just get on down (oaktown)
Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby its so fresh (oakland)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oakland (get on down)
Straight from the west, oakland is the best
Baby its so fresh (oakland)
Drop tops roll down the strip, baby thats the tip
Dont stop dipping til I quit (oakland)
Trues and vogues on my car, baby Im a star
Im playing at players park (oakland)
Oakland (oh-oh-oh-oakland) oakland, get down
Oakland, oaktown, oakland, oh-oh-oh-oaktown
song performed by by Too Short
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Pinkle Purr
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned he learned from her.
'I'll ask my mother,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.
And little black Pinkle grew and grew
Till he got as big as the big Tattoo.
And all that he did he did with her.
'Two friends together,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.
And whenever he thought of a thing to do,
He didn't much bother about Tattoo,
For he knows it's nothing to do with her,
So 'See you later,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.
A little brown kitten that's nearly new
Is now playing games with its big Tattoo…
And Pink looks lazily down at her:
'Dear little Tat,' says Pinkle Purr.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Sonny
(rod stewart, jim cregan, bernie taupin & kevin savigar)
Sonny, Ive been missing you tonight,
Sonny, something deep inside me has died.
I gave up the purest love
A woman could give to a man.
Evrything I ever had
Has slipped right through my hands
cause she walks like you,
She talks like you,
She feels like you,
But she aint you,
She smiles like you,
Cries like you,
Denies like you,
But shell never be you.
Sonny, she dont move me anymore,
Sonny, Ive never hurt this way before.
Shes trying hard to replace you
But theres something shell never know.
She can borrow all your style
But shell never possess your soul
cause she acts like you,
Attacks like you,
She cracks like you,
But she aint you,
She needs like you,
Pleads like you,
Feels like you,
But shell never be you.
Sonny
Sonny
Im down on my knees
Sonny wont you come back, come back,
Come back to me please.
Someday, well hide the pain away, and
Sonny, I know that ... that we can laugh again.
I should have known and had more sense
Sinking to a childish pride.
All I got was your looking glass
Without your heart in side
cause she craves like you,
Behaves like you,
And lays like you,
But she aint you,
She plays like you,
Prays like you,
Does evrything like you,
But she aint you.
She hides like you,
Denies like you,
Sighs like you,
But she aint you.
Sonny,
Sonny,
Sonny wont you come back,
Come back to me.
Sonny,
Sonny,
Sonny, oh
Oh
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Tattoos are like stories - they're symbolic of the important moments in your life. Sitting down, talking about where you got each tattoo and what it symbolizes, is really beautiful.
quote by Pamela Anderson
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The Video Shop
The local factorys been pulled down
By an overseas corporation
Now all of my brothers are looking around
For alternative occupation
I was sitting by the telly with my brother, kenny
When suddenly the penny dropped
While all of my brothers are sitting at home
Ive got a bank loan and Ive opened up my very own
Video shop
Video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
Comedy and tragedy are all sitting on my shelf
And if youve got a fantasy
For a small rental fee
You can set yourself free
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
From all of the depression in you head
Caused by all the living in the red
Ive got a bootleg version of citizen kane
A second hand copy of psycho
Ive taped them off the telly so you shouldnt complain
And theres no guarantee youll get your money back again
From my video shop
My video shop
If you want to escape, I can rent you a tape
To relieve your situation
If you feel a bit low, I got a good peep show
cos everybody knows almost anything goes
At my video shop
At my video shop
One fifty a day and Ill fly, fly you away
Its nothing to pay to fly far, far away
I can help you through that lonely night
Ive got technicolour, black and white
I can guide you through those empty days
Make you smile and take your blues away
O let me fly you away
At my video shop
Fly, fly you away
Another factorys been knocked down
But nobody ever complains
And all of my brothers are customers now
We all play video games
I can see it in the eyes of all the lonely wives
If theyre bored and they feel like a change
I do sales, rentals, even a swop
And if you feel like a change, well it can all be arranged
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
And everyone who walks in through that door
Has got something that theyre looking for
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
song performed by by Kinks
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Famous Fable
The famous fable,
The famous table,
The famous stable,
The famous cable,
The famous babble,
The famous gable,
The famous parable,
The famous variable
The famous sable;
But, able to crown your love with my muse!
For, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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No Football Match Today
I don't know what to do today
as I'm not going to see a game
don't fancy walking around the shops
that just sends me totally insane.
My team are playing away
but I just can't afford to go
so I'll have to do the next best thing
and listen to it on my radio.
But I have run out of bloody batteries
and the shop says they've none in stock
but then just before the game kicked off
I thought I know I've got some in the clock.
So I sat there cheering on the lads
but it just didn't feel the same
I missed the drinking before the match
and being in the ground watching the game.
Anyway the team played really badly
and got hammered six goals to two
sitting there in my living room
feeling depressed and really blue.
So I went off to the local pub
and drowned my sorrows in ale
but I ended up being arrested for being drunk
and spent the night in the local jail.
So in future if I can't afford to go to the match
I think I will find something else to do
take the dog for a very long walk
or get a Saturday job in a shop or a zoo!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Angel Of Heavenly Love
ANGEL OF HEAVENLY LOVE
An angel one day came
Thought it was a golden frame
Eyes wonderfully bright
Hairs veil heavenly light
An angel one day came
Thought it was just a game
Heard a voice smooth and caring
Got captured when hearing
An angel one day came
Thought I was insane
Felt a warmness washing
And my senses dashing
An angel one day came
Thought am I to blame
Held out a silver dove
Said follow it to the cove
An Angel one day came
Thought it's not the same
Kissed me on my lips
Enwrapping my hips
An angel one day came
Thought it was a golden frame
It is my Angel of heavenly love
Holding my hands forever above
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Waffen-SS Blood Tattoos
scan earmarked
final solutions
nazi life rapes
waffen SS blood tattoos
SS blood group tattoos
small black ink tattoos
located on underside
of left arm near armpit
20 cm above the elbow
blood type soldier's
early lettering Gothic-style
later inked Latin-style
blood transfusions
wounded unconscious
missing dog tags
war games crimes ended
catch beastly black rats
war crimes blood riddled
war atrocities ignored ended
Allies keen to catch scapegoats
Waffen-SS members desired
an accounting to be rendered
judgement trial vengeance selections
Waffen-SS type witch hunted
due to hideous volume of war crimes
committed by fanatical Waffen-SS units
post-war showcase Nuremberg Trials
Waffen-SS are collectively branded
a criminal organization condemned
due to Nazi Party loyalty connections
involvement documented war crimes
waffen SS blood group tattoos
used to accurately identify SS members
'prima facie' evidence established
as part of the Waffen-SS leading
to potential arrest prosecutions
leading to Waffen-SS prosecutions
occasionally war crimes executions
gallows appointed hangman's noose
'prima facie' on first encounter first
blush at first sight Waffen-SS identities
are self evident legally fact established
but blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
not all Waffen-SS had blood tattoos
some men were away on tattoo days
men transferred from other branches
of military training to Waffen-SS
men transferred from the Allgemeine SS
the 'General' or non-military SS
did not receive Waffen-SS blood tattoos
increasingly after 1943 Waffen-SS
recruits did not receive blood tattoos
by 1945 few accept blood tattoos
non-SS wounded Wehrmacht soldiers
treated in SS hospitals were blood tattooed
post war Waffen-SS falsely categorized
rise free blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
SS veterans tattoo less detection escaped
SS escapees important who capture evaded
Auschwitz Angel of Death Josef Mengele
Adolf Eichmann's 'best man' Alois Brunner
both ghost escaped lacking SS blood tattoos
blood group super loop nasty heinous vultures
evaded question identity perception minefields
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Headed In The Right Direction
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Ive got love as my connection
Theres an angel showing me the way
Been reaching for love all my life
I couldnt find it always one step behind it
Now I know it was mine all the time finally I am
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Ive got love as my protection
Theres no need for me to be afraid
I spend so much time with my head in the clouds
Now that Ive got my feet on the ground
I found that I am
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Ive got faith and intuition telling me that I will be okay
Down the path that I walked there was eyes
Somebody told me that I look like Im glowing
They just dried all the tears from my eyes now I can see that
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Now Ive found my pearl of wisdom
Theres no need for me to be afraid
Headed in the right direction
Theres an angel showing me the way
I have found my inspiration
Headed in the right direction
song performed by by India Arie
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Clowns and Buffoons
'Hi daddy.'
Yes, Johnnie?
Hi.
Daddy is busy right now.
I am having a community meeting,
With our wonderful neighbors.
'But daddy...
You said this morning,
You would help me with my homework.'
I know.
And I will.
Give me just a few more minutes.
I'll be right with you, okay?
'Ooookay.
And daddy...?
Is 'this' the meeting you said will be the last one,
With those clowns and buffoons?
Especially with our brain dead neighbors next door.
Those empty headed 'dorks'? '
Johnnie?
What did I tell you about repeating 'everything',
You hear your Uncle Scotty say around here?
'But daddy...
I thought you said Uncle Scotty left last week,
On yet 'another' honeymoon?
I'm sorry.
I thought that was 'you' talking to mommy.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We believe you will not have to pay more than the current rate structure proposes - which is, for 50 percent of the public, nothing; for another 25 percent, only a 10 percent increase; and for the remaining 25 percent, a 34 percent increase.
quote by Gray Davis
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Velvet Atmosphere
Sunday morning 5 September 2008
Ah, the velvet atmosphere of
our own local shop, cosy and
small, finding everything easily
While the big, new supermarket
is garish and cold, a shopping
trip becomes a marathon walk
Buying a specific product becomes
a mind-boggling exercise, the check-
out till a hostile place without goodwill
While our local shop stocks fairies and
writing material at the pay-point - I can
feast my eyes and delight my mind
Waiting in line to pay; soft lighting, a
smiling cashier, a warm atmosphere...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Hells On Fire
Written by dewey bunnell, bill mumy, and robert haimer, 1991
Found on encore: more greatest hits.
Drove through the valley on my way to the sea
I was lookin for the answer to whats botherin me
Sat there all day and I stared at the blue
Theres no denyin I was thinkin of you
Hells on fire, heavens freezin
And I love you baby without good reason
I walked to the corner, watch the world go by
Hands in my pockets and my head in the sky
What does it matter now that everything is fine
When I cant eat, sleep, or even walk a straight line
Hells on fire, heavens freezin
And I love you baby without good reason
Hells on fire, heavens freezin
And I love you baby without good reason
But its hard, you make it hard, ah
When I first met you I was barely alive
Had no direction baby you had the drive
We headed out on the wild open road
Till we broke down from the weight of the load
Hells on fire, heavens freezin
And I love you baby without good reason
Hells on fire, heavens freezin
And I love you baby without good reason
I drove through the valley on my way to the sea
And I was lookin for the answer to whats botherin me
Sat there all day and I stared at the blue, wow
Theres no denyin I was thinkin of you, but
Hells on fire, heavens freezin
And I love you baby without good reason
Hells on fire, heavens freezin
And I love you baby without good reason
song performed by by America
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According to the Gallup Poll, 24 percent of American adults exercised regularly in 1961, and 50 percent after 1968. The peak was 59 percent in 1984, dropping off to 51 percent last September.
quote by Kenneth H. Cooper
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Codex Honoris
Jacob Jacobs, of Oakland, he swore:
'Dat Solomon Martin-I'll haf his gore!'
Solomon Martin, of Oakland, he said:
'Of Shacob Shacobs der bleed I vill shed!'
So they met, with seconds and surgeon at call,
And fought with pistol and powder and-all
Was done in good faith,-as before I said,
They fought with pistol and powder and-shed
Tears, O my friends, for each other they marred
Fighting with pistol and powder and-lard!
For the lead had been stolen away, every trace,
And Christian hog-product supplied its place.
Then the shade of Moses indignant arose:
'Quvicker dan lighdnings go vosh yer glose!'
Jacob Jacobs, of Oakland, they say,
Applied for a pension the following day.
Solomon Martin, of Oakland, I hear,
Will call himself Colonel for many a year.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Hells Bells
Im a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
Im comin on like a hurricane
My lightnings flashing across the sky
Youre only young but youre gonna die
I wont take no prisoners, wont spare no lives
Nobodys putting up a fight
I got my bell, Im gonna take you to hell
Im gonna get you, satan get you
Chorus:
Hells bells
Yeah, hells bells
You got me ringing hells bells
My temperatures high, hells bells
Ill give you black sensations up and down your spine
If youre into evil youre a friend of mine
See my white light flashing as I split the night
cause if goods on the left, then Im stickin to the right
I wont take no prisoners, wont spare no lives
Nobodys puttin up a fight
I got my bell, Im gonna take you to hell
Im gonna get you, satan get you
Chorus
Yeow
Hells bells, satans comin to you
Hells bells, hes ringing them now
Hells bells, the temperatures high
Hells bells, across the sky
Hells bells, theyre takin you down
Hells bells, theyre draggin you around
Hells bells, gonna split the night
Hells bells, theres no way to fight, yeah
Ow, ow, ow, ow
Hells bells
song performed by by AC-DC
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Tattoo
Some people might say that I am a prude
Because of my body, and it is not tattooed,
But I am no animal, and no ones property or slave
So having myself marked, that I do not crave,
My body indeed is a piece of art
Not a road sign to stop, or go, or where to park,
My body is the way that it was when I was born
And if I want decorations, colorful clothes will be worn,
I look in a mirror and I see myself
With the cuts and burns and blisters and all else,
There is no markings on my body that I will be ashamed
And all that I have, pridefully it will be claimed,
I do not need a tattoo to express who I am
And if you don't accept my views, I don't give a damn,
I will not allow any person to place any inking upon my skin
As I know for myself and soul that is just a sin,
I am proud of my body with no shame or any guilt
With no tattoos or markings I am the temple that GOD built,
I am not a showoff or braggart or a follower which is true
That is why this man, will never have a tattoo.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Pass The Gun Around
Sonny wakes up in the morning feeling kinda sick
Needs a little Stoli Vadka, needs it really quick
Sees a little blood run from his eyes
Feels a little hotel paralyzed
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gotta
Pass the gun around
And throw me in the local river, let me float away
I wake up watching cartoons... the television's on
There's a couple of party balloons and all my money's gone
She was just a reason to unwind
And actually the last thing I could find
Why don't you, pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you better
Pass the gun around
And dump me in the local river, let me float away
Float away, ah float away
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, why don't you
Pass the gun around
Throw me in the local river, let me float away
Sonny wakes up in the morning, there's a stranger in his bed
Someone's pounding on the hotel door, he wishes he was dead
I've had so many blackout nights before
I don't think I can take this anymore
Why don't you, pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, why don't you
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, we're gonna
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, we're gonna
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gotta
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gotta
Pass the gun around
Give everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gotta
Pass the gun around
Da Da
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Patch It Up
(words & music by eddie rabbit - rory bourke)
Weve got to patch it up baby
Before we fall apart at the seams
Weve got to patch it up baby
In the time we travel in our dreams
Lets go back and test it again
One more ride is all I ask
Get that feelin, that old feelin, it is here
We can patch it up baby,
We can patch it up baby,
We can patch it up baby,
Patch it up with all our dreams
We can patch it up baby,
Sweep out all the trouble of our heart
Weve got to patch it up baby,
Before our difference pulls us apart
Lets go where the good luck lies
Let us give it one more try
Do you feel it? that old feelin?
Do you feel it?
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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