Western North Carolina bluegrass quartet Pretty Little Goat have released their third full-length studio album, Big Storm. This is what it sounds like to have one foot in 2022 and the other in 1922.
The title track “Big Storm” narrates what we’re all thinking in this era of covid-Putin-in-Ukraine-post-Christian-post-truth-is-relative-world and “captures the suspense and feeling of impending doom while watching a big storm approaching.”
The questions and comments in Big Storm are fair: There’s a big storm comin… Its starting to feel like judgment day… I hope you got your groceries… Do you have a generator? Etc… Fair questions indeed (and from what I gather, the husband wife duo, are prepared indeed. They live on a farm, have some kids and invest in them as the fabric of society, and, as far as I can tell, rest in the finished work of Christ so they can laugh at the days to come).
Check out the video for Big Storm below (and under that check out their Catfish Blues. And under that, just because it’s fitting, return to Hank Jr.’s A Country Boy Can Survive)
Here are the full lyrics to the song:
Time is a mean condition
He speaks with truth and conviction
And don’t we all wanna run
from the stories he tells
Follow that crooked
little narrow road
Like a hound dog on a trail
It’s been a hard days work
Dragging up the rear
Tell ya bout it when the
time draws near
There’s a big storm
Coming over yonder
There’s a big cloud
Coming over that hill
And it feels like
Waiting on the judgement day
Now won’t you give me the key
To take a ride on the breeze
Take me anywhere
Old Nebuchadnezzar and the
Days of Purim
Said your bound to be
Delivered once again
And greater is the taker
Or so that’s what they say
I’m a waiting on a shaking
Just to wake me up
From this dream that I’m living in
When old man Haman’s
Still hanging from the gallows
That he built with his own two hands
There’s a big storm
Coming over yonder
There’s a big cloud
Coming over that hill
And it feels like
Waiting on the judgement day
Now won’t you give me the key
To take a ride on the breeze
Take me anywhere
Well I hope you
Got all of your groceries
Got your storm shutters on
And a generator for your house
It’s been a big time
And I don’t really care too much
If my memory gets in the way
Of the stories I tell
If my memory gets in the way
If my memory gets in the way
If my memory gets in the way
Of the stories I tell
Chorus
I done told you once
I done told you twice
Quit messing around
And just do it right
Because you could be the light
On a dark and stormy night
Definition of the ism
Is hard to find
And something bout it
Just ain’t right
So go find your Jesus
Turn on your lamp
Because it’s gonna be a
long hard fight
Chorus
Big Storm
Catfish Blues
A Country Boy Can Survive
