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Voices From the Fringe

by Tom Arnold

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1.
She's Got Coke In Her Pants 01:54
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She's got coke in her pants and she's ready to dance And she hasn't been drunk in three weeks Her rehab bracelet isn't dialed in for blow She's hitting the town and she's ready to go All night All night All night All night She's got coke in her pants And she's ready to dance all night Those Long Island iced teas are a thing of the past She learned her lesson through her stints in rehab No more drinking it leaves a fat head No more drinking the publicity’s bad All night All night All night All night No more drinking The publicity's bad all night So let's leave the paparazzi Far behind We'll meet in the bathroom At a quarter to nine We'll drink Perrier Til the crack of dawn And we'll party, party, party, party, party, party, party The fight in the car wasn’t something she’d planned It seemed that her friends just got plain out of hand The wild goose chase and the public arrest Let the whole world see what was down in her pants All night All night All night All night Let the whole world see What was down in her pants all night
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Pullya Pantsup 02:40
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I turned 35 late last week I gotta admit things look bleak I got a dead end job, a wife and three kids All I got to show is my dance club threads So I’m walkin’ real slow on a downtown street Shuffle my iPod, find me a beat Some fine Jay Z or 50 Cent When a dime street ho starts breaking my head Pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup I’m talking to you Pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup You’re not that cool Pullya pantsup, pullya pant up, pullya pantsup You look like a fool Pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup. Pantsup My eyes went wide, what the Hell is this Some misguided farmer, thinks he’s hip? Tellin’ me here on my own home street My low riding pants are indiscreet I got a dead end job, a wife and three kids And now I gotta suffer something like this The music that gives my life a few perks Reduced to drivel, co-opted by jerks Chorus Listen you dudes, don’t mess with my threads If I went that straight, I’d sooner be dead Life’s hard enough just earning some bread Without jive talkin’ mommies pounding in my head Please don’t mess with this man on the street When this bro’s walkin’ slow and I shuffle a beat Keep your mind wide open, show me respect Leave off that pullya pantsup shit Pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup You be thinkin’ you hip? Pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup You be takin’ a trip Pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup Would you button your lip? Pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup, pullya pantsup Pantsup
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Swilling the Planters With Bumbo 03:31
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Bumbo that’s two cubes of sugar Two ounces of rum An ounce of water A dash of nutmeg Bumbo There’s a party tonight at Colonel Washington’s The House of Burgess election is nigh There’s a party tonight at Colonel Washington’s The voters are coming; there’ll be plenty of rum Come election time when America was young And the landed gentry held office They curried the favor of constituents With voters parties fueled by rum In seventeen hundred fifty eight With Burgess elections in a fortnight The home of Colonel Washington Was opened to the voters Who shouted through the night They’re swilling the planters with bumbo again They’re swilling the planters with bumbo again They’re swilling the planters with bumbo again Huzzas to the glory of Washington The records of Colonel Washington Showed one hundred sixty gallons of rum For some three hundred ninety one Voters of Frederick County Now the last election he’d badly lost But he didn’t make the same mistake twice He hosted a party, made bumbo with rum They voted for him with the taste on their tongues They’re swilling the planters with bumbo again They’re swilling the planters with bumbo again They’re swilling the planters with bumbo again Huzzas to the glory of Washington Soon after the election, the house of Burgess passed That no one be qualified to hold a seat Who before the election gives meat or drink In order to be elected There was no further interest in Washington’s Voters, parties, bumbo or rum And he served for seven years The party and parties had all moved on They’re swilling the planters with bumbo again They’re swilling the planters with bumbo again They’re swilling the planters with bumbo again Huzzas to the glory of Washington So when we see elections are handily won By candidates who’ve come to run With war chests of their own And they dole out millions wooing you and me And we know they don’t pay our rent Just remember how deep this practice runs How little times have changed Let’s sing the American song Chorus
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Gun Control 02:53
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All right everybody Here we go It’s time to talk about Gun Control We’ll take a few minutes We wanna be hip It’s a subject that’s on Everybody’s lips Dat gun control Gun Control Last year in this country alone 87 murders from robbers in da home From dis we know Yo chance of getting hit Is one in two hundred Million thirty six But remember bro, you just don’t know And that’s why we have Concealed weapon permits Dat gun control Gun control All right everybody Sound way coo’? Now it’s time To lay down da rules I’ll give you the tools For process and stuff In just a few weeks You be packin’ yo heat And it’s legal! So listen up We sheep dogs We guard the flock We sheep dogs We carry a Glock We sheep dogs Don’t bark a lot But we keepin’ you safe Wid gun control Gun control You say wad dat Gun control I tell you wad Gun control Gun control It da people’s way For keepin’ da peace Get a county form For concealed permits Take a few classes Shoot a few clips Look at the instructors Read their lips Soon the pistol you packin’ Has papers! Da cop who taught us Was way beyond coo’ He showed us how To bend da rules Say we shoot an intruder In da home We know what to say When da heat turned on We sheep dogs We guard the flock We sheep dogs We carry a Glock We sheep dogs Don’t bark a lot But we keepin’ you safe Wid gun control Gun control You say wad dat Gun control I tell you wad Gun control Gun control It da people’s way For keepin’ da peace All right everybody Time to wrap it up Glad you got your permit Hope you had fun Now sooner or later Someone out to get you But when you be armed Dey polite to you Dat gun control Gun control Home owners who buy guns To protect against an intruder Will shoot themselves Or get shot 50 times before they bag that intruder But listen bro, When you’re time has come You wanna git dat one last shot All right everybody Sing along We sheep dogs We guard the flock We sheep dogs We carry a Glock We sheep dogs Don’t bark a lot But we keepin’ you safe Wid gun control Gun control You say wad dat Gun control I tell you wad Gun control Gun control It da people’s way For keepin’ da peace

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The songs are tongue in cheek, satirical send-ups on the subjects of drug use, attire, politics and guns. From the perspective of characters who are, well, a little out there. The music is eclectic, from Jimmy Buffet Carribbean to T-Bone Burnett to liberal use of hip hop and dance club loops on songs that border on hip hop.

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released November 5, 2015

“Voices From the Fringe” was mixed and mastered by Dean Baskerville. Dean has many sound engineering credits in commercial music, including Pink Martini and Cheryl Crow’s triple platinum album “C’mon C’mon”

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Tom Arnold Portland, Oregon

I enjoy the challenge of writing indifferent styles and genres. I have been described as "A pop savvy Americana artist".

In addition to my EPs,"Redneck Ear Candy" and "Voices From the Fringe", I have released three singles in 2018.

"Hidden Hearts" is a love lost pop ballad.

"Queen of the Nile" is a pop/country ballad.

"I Am An Irish Writer" is a tongue in cheek Irish Folk tune. ... more

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