But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you

Artist- Foster the People
Song of the day- Pumped up kicks

Today's song is what some music mags are starting to call the summer anthem. And though it is quite the catchy jam with hints of Peter, Bjorn & John all the way through it, I was more intrigued when I listened to the story within the song. A neglected and disturbed teen on a killing spree seems like an odd choice for an indie summer hit but I suppose that is what I like about the music. The ability to dance around and be entertained and then realize, awe I'm learning or am more aware of a subject matter, like i'm being tricked into growing as a human being. very smart art, you win this round. And though I'm not too terribly sure what a summer jam can really teach someone, there is something ironic and wrong and beautiful and introspective about being able to dance to such a subject matter. I think it says something about how we deal with tragedy as humans and also how we become numb or in denial about it at the same time. Perhaps this is me just trying to be too intellectual about a cool jam but just know this summer, and at lollapallooza you just might be learning something about human nature while rocking out without even realizing it, oooo the magic of music! But also what are pumped up kicks? Do I own them? Where can I buy a pair? Do they mean I'm a bad person if i wear them?...I clearly have too much time on my hands.



Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room
He won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth
He's a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things
And I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
x1

Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
Because dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair's on fire
You must have lost your wits, yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
x1

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
x3