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Waiting For the Big One

by The Carnivaleros

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1.
As I watched the stars tonight My vision black and white I was thinking 'bout the days gone by Don't want to sound too sentimental With words all ornamental All my life I've tried to simplify I know I'm on extended time And these years have been sublime Mostly wouldn't change a thing Got some life in me yet Might even get out of debt If there's a party tell me what I should bring Well mighty dang soon Under the next full moon Gonna count my blessings While I play this tune Time to give it all back Hope it doesn't go to my head While I'm above the dirt Make sure no one gets hurt I won't worry or fret On that you can bet Time to sing my hallelujahs And be thankful for the life that I've led Now I'm 65 Damn I'm still alive I can't believe I've lasted all of these years The stories I could tell Would crack the Liberty Bell Just hope I haven't left a trail of tears We all could write a book Just got to think of a hook Could be our American Dream But in the morning when I wake up Have my coffee and an eggcup I'll get back to my habitual scheme
2.
Brenda went to the U left her kittens behind Bought all the right books to refine her mind Her main infatuation was to forge her own style To be a bit mournful and to lose the smile Then to add to the charm chose to pierce her face With a ring on her tongue in just the right place Brenda's got a tongue ring Brenda's got a tongue ring Says it doesn't sting And it's really her thing Brenda's got a tongue ring Well, Brenda's now an Instagram star With her face pierced up she's a hit at the bar The likes are piling up on her facial book The individual piercing was all that it took It didn't enter her mind when she enrolled in her classes She'd be a sensation for the unwashed masses Brenda's got a tongue ring Brenda's got a tongue ring Says it doesn't sting And it's really her thing Brenda's got a tongue ring
3.
I thought I'd like it fine here at the Salton Sea Got this house for fifteen thousand, came with a tree Bombay Beach was supposed to be heaven sent But now I think the underworld was what they meant Salt water lake right in my backyard Eating up the paint this ain't no Christmas Card My art installation's not going as planned Yesterday most of it sunk in the sand Guess I'm waiting for the big one Waiting for the big one I'm waiting for the big one The artists and the hipsters with their plywood floors Building houses using recycled windows and doors This apocalyptic town might have some life in it yet Toxic dust might be a bit of a threat The Bombay Beach Drive-In is not what it seems Nothing really is in this town of lost dreams Got nothing but time plopped here at the bar Might be time to light up my last cigar I'm waiting for the big one Waiting for the big one I'm waiting for the big one The San Andreas Fault is right under my home My house might as well be made of styrofoam Good thing I sold most of my worldly effects Give me a call and pay your last respects Guess I'm waiting for the big one Waiting for the big one Waiting for the big one Waiting for the big one Guess I'm waiting for the big one Waiting for the big one Waiting for the big one
4.
We've got our Chevy Corvair The wind blowing through our hair We were flyin' high down the 1-19 Sailed past the border patrol Might be out of control Could be the pills if you know what I mean Glanced in the rearview mirror The road it looked pretty clear No flashing lights were coming up on me Just passed Tumacacori Just might make have to wait and see I know we're going to make it to That Border Town The plans were somewhat carelessly made Made no difference as we weren't afraid We all knew that it was time to make a run The money it was all spent Six months behind on our rent Time to drive south to the land of the sun Jade and Gwen sitting in the back seat Shimmy shaking to an R&B beat Just a few kilometers before we get to the line Hope to head down to old La Paz If we don't break any laws I know we're going to make it to That Border Town
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Sanctuary 03:59
Instrumental
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A red-haired girl of just eighteen A simpleton at best Pinched loaves and wallets on the streets Goods piled up in her nest Gave no thought to the marks she worked Nor the fencing of the loot Barely spoke a single word Most folks thought her mute She was red-haired Mary But not of Irish lore This lass was London born and bred She'd give you the what-for Give you the what-for She hired on as servant To a lady fair of wealth Had hopes of secret plunder but Possessed none of the stealth Late at night the Bobbies came And roused her from her bed Next day a thickset rope had found The furtive girl dead From the thievish life she led She was red-haired Mary But not of Irish lore This lass was London born and bred She'd give you the what-for Give you the what-for
7.
Whatever happened to the prayers My mama said at night Did they rise up to the sky Ever see the light All her life she talked to God Until the day she died And triggered memories of my youth When every night she cried Daddy was a drifter Ruin was his middle name Mama always said she was going to hell Daddy was to blame Daddy slept out on the couch After Jesus moved on in Ma said there's only room for one As daddy lived in sin I was five years old when he moved out If memory serves me well Last I heard he was serving time In a lonely dim-lit cell Daddy was a drifter Ruin was his middle name Mama always said she was going to hell Daddy was to blame
8.
Bo works in a clothing store Ever waiting for something to happen He'd lost most his hair showed little fanfare But his spirits haven't seemed to dampen He spends his free time staring up at the sky As he knows they'll surely come back The poking and the prodding and the missing ten days The occasional panic attack Flying saucers, come from a far-away star Flying saucers, shaped like a Cuban cigar Flying saucers, no one knows who they are Flying saucers Bo swears it's true it could happen to you Snatch you up when you least expect it The next thing you know you're floating to the sky Then you'll know the true meaning of dissected Hoffa's body has never been found Did DB Cooper ever hit the ground Amelia had her plane see what good that did Did a dingo really eat the young Chamberlain kid Flying saucers So Bo keeps his watch for all of mankind With the hope of being next in line 'Cause nothing ever happens in the clothing store Those aliens are genuine Flying saucers, come from a far-away star Flying saucers, shaped like a Cuban cigar Flying saucers, no one knows who they are Flying saucers
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Instrumental
10.
Pontius Pilate had regrets Luciano placed his bets Nero had his mother killed Pol Pot's fortune unfulfilled Vlad impaled a thousand folks Hitler's ovens were no hoax Jefferson had all those slaves All are buried in their graves Let's dance Let's just dance Jump out of your chair Let down your hair Get on your feet To that crazy beat Take a chance Let's just dance Mister Booth shot Lincoln dead Sirhan popped Bob in the head Richard Reed loved his white hood Saddam Hussein misunderstood Hoover wore his panty hose Mao Zedong to power rose All those folks were history's fools They all broke key civil rules Now's the time to change things up Just don't drink from power's cup Let's dance Let's just dance Jump out of your chair Let down your hair Get on your feet To that crazy beat Take a chance Let's just dance
11.
Mesteñeros were breaking the mustangs Along the Rio Grande bed At night they sang corridos Doves flying overhead Some laid low in el campo santo Others roamed the open grange The ghosts of vaqueros drifting All across the borderline range They spent the night in Boquillas del Carmen A band of ferals shifting in their pen There was a buyer in Nuevo Leon Weren't sure if they could trust those men Saddled up and ready by first light The tender was pre-arranged The ghosts of vaqueros drifting All across the borderline range They were found just outside of Saltillo All were tossed into a pauper's grave No familia to wish them a farewell Not a sign they might've stood brave But at night the locals can hear them Driving horses that made up their trade The ghosts of vaqueros drifting All across the borderline range The ghosts of vaqueros drifting All across the borderline range
12.
Corona Fried 03:00
Instrumental

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The songs on Waiting For the Big One contain elements of blues, zydeco, cajun, country, rock, and yes, polka (of course!). I see my songs as mini-movies, novellas put to music. If you are one of Those About To Rock or a firm traditionalist, my music is not for you. It’s not for children, either, although a melody or two might be contagious. Recorded in isolation in 2020, a handful of musicians and singers in Tucson (primarily Karl Hoffmann, Connor Gallaher, Billy Yates, Cristina Williams, and Katherine Byrnes) and the Kansas City area (both Kelley J Hunt and Kelly E Hunt along with brother Greg Mackender) that stepped up and said YES to the project, all on 12 brand new songs to share with you.

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released October 16, 2020

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The Carnivaleros Tucson, Arizona

My songs contain elements of blues, tango, zydeco, cajun, country, rock, and yes, polka (of course!). I see my songs as mini- movies, novellas put to music. If you are one of Those About To Rock or a firm traditionalist, my music is not for you. “A guaranteed party starter that hails from Tucson but extends its sonic tendrils to New Orleans and Beyond.” – Fred Mills, Blurt Online, 2018 ... more

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