How do you Foster the People?

It’s been a long time since I have written a post.  For all of my fans, all I can say is thanks for your patience.  My first post is a simple story about knowing what you are listening to before you promote it to your child.

There is a pop song I was fond of by a group called Foster the People called Pumped Up Kicks.  It has a good beat but I never really paid attention to it.  Over the weekend, I happened to hear it and placed it on my Rhapsody account.  The problem was that a lot of the words were difficult for me to understand.  Therefore, I went to my Iphone and downloaded a free app called Lyrics. (pretty convenient and I highly recommend it to all parents)

What I read was pretty alarming.  It’s hard to understand the complete meaning but it’s about a child named Robert who is contemplating killing others with a gun (presumably children) with the pumped up kicks.

For any fans of the song, I am not being critical in the least.  Just to be fair, I have included a link at the bottom of this post which lists what other people think the hidden meaning of the song entails.

The reason I told you this story is that my 9 year old child listens to songs off of my Rhapsody account frequently.  Even if there is a hidden meaning to the song I haven’t completely grasped, what are the odds that my child could find the lyrics on his own and have some confusion about a song found on his father’s music account?

As a parent, it’s our job to filter (as best we can) the things our children see and hear.  I realize this can be a daunting task.  The opposite approach would be to give up and allow society to dictate what goes into the minds of our kids.  I have seen what parts of society have to offer.  Let’s just say it hasn’t exactly earned my trust when it comes to my child.

Thanks for reading!  I haven’t determined a schedule for writing this blog.  The easiest thing would be for you to include your email address located to the right.  That way, my next post will be placed in your email as soon as I release it.  Best wishes and and I hope you have a fabulous day with the child you love!

PUMPED UP KICKS LYRICS

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
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

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
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

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
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
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

 

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