A pump is a device used to move fluids (liquids or gases) or sometimes slurries by mechanical action. Pumps can be classified into three major groups according to the method they use to move the fluid: direct lift, displacement, and gravity pumps.
Pumps must have a mechanism which operates them, and consume energy to perform mechanical work by moving the fluid. The activating mechanism is often reciprocating or rotary. Pumps may be operated in many ways, including manual operation, electricity, a combustion engine of some type, and wind action.
A positive displacement pump causes a fluid to move by trapping a fixed amount of it and then forcing (displacing) that trapped volume into the discharge pipe.
Some positive displacement pumps work using an expanding cavity on the suction side and a decreasing cavity on the discharge side. Liquid flows into the pump as the cavity on the suction side expands and the liquid flows out of the discharge as the cavity collapses. The volume is constant given each cycle of operation.
"Pumped Up Kicks" is a song by American indie pop band Foster the People. It was released as the group's debut single in September 2010, and the following year was included on their EP Foster the People and their debut album Torches. "Pumped Up Kicks" became the group's breakthrough hit and was one of the most popular songs of 2011. The song was written and recorded by frontman Mark Foster while he was working as a commercial jingle writer. Contrasting with the upbeat musical composition, the lyrics describe the homicidal thoughts of a troubled youth.
The track received considerable attention after it was posted online in 2010 as a free download, and it helped the group garner a multi-album record deal with Columbia Records imprint Startime International before they had issued a commercial release. The song became both a crossover hit and a sleeper hit in 2011, as it received significant airplay on modern rock and contemporary hit radio stations. The song spent eight consecutive weeks at number three on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the United States, making it the first Billboard Alternative Songs number-one single to crack the U.S. top 5 since Kings of Leon's "Use Somebody" in 2009. The song was widely praised by critics, and it has been licensed for use in a wide range of popular media since its release. "Pumped Up Kicks" received a Grammy Award nomination for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance.
Plot
Producer Allison Tripp wakes up dazed and confused in an LAPD safe house. When Detective Mark Janus asks her about the dead bodies found in a Los Angeles warehouse she begins to remember... they had been shooting an ultra-low budget movie for infamous producer Ozzie Felcher when men with guns had come by and massacred the entire cast and crew. Janus is relentless in his questioning. He wants to know everything, before the trail to the killers gets cold. The more she talks the more she is forced to relive the nightmare.
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woe is me
well I been dyin'
got to get that monkey off my back
the fortune teller looked into my eyeballs
the wrinkles on her face about to crack
she said you best believe it, you ain't goin' nowhere
unless you get that monkey off your back
well, I made believe the devil made me do it
I was the evil leader of the pack
you best believe I had it all and then I blew it
feedin' that fuckin' monkey on my back
ahh, if you put it in a spoon man I would boot it
some king whose mental house was just a shack
where do you draw the line
when all your friends are dyin'
got to get that monkey off your back
your crystal ball is where you chase the dragon
she said now bring me home his head inside a sack
but now you find your crystal balls are draggin'
got to get that monkey off your back
Eat me
Eat me love
Leave nothing behind
Swallow me, all of me
Drink me love
Pour me in you
Devour me
Drink me in large gulps
Consume me love
I want you
To inhale me all of me
Drown me love
In a bottomless pond
I'll never return
Swallow me, all of me
I prefer you in a form of a love letter
I don't like you, I hate you
Your smug little smile makes me sick
I gave you nothing, you gave me nothing,
Why did we meet...
Eat me love
Your open mouth
Eat.. me.. love
I, on your tongue,
You got to eat me love..
Eat me love
You gulp me
Eat me love
I-i down your gullet
You eat me love.
Eat me love,
I in the stomach,
Eat me love, eat me love,
You splash acid on me.
Eat me love,
I travel down the intestines,
Eat me love,
Through the bowels
And out!
Eat me love!
Eat me love!
I hate you!
I look at you and I'm ready to pump
Luminous heartthrob ready to jump
Mama's dancin' with Jellybone
You better watch out
Take you to the freak zone
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Hard kiss love chain
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Pump pump it up pump it up yeah
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Pump I'm a runaway train
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Pump pump it up pump it up
Get serious get off the phone
Talk to me and make me moan
I said Baby lose that phone
Rock me down to the jellybone
Motor runnin' double time
Machine is hummin'
Your body's mine
Dancing in the street and we're havin' fun
Don't drop the beat
Electric drum
Chartreuse glow is maxin' out
Electric love electric luau
I'm bustin' loose pumpin' the music
Let's dance baby
Let's dance jellybone
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Hard kiss love chain
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Pump pump it up pump it up yeah
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Pump I'm a runaway train
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Pump pump it up pump it up
Mama's dancin'
Barefootin' And kahootin'
With a wild crowd
With a wild crowd
Electric eel that's the feelin'
Lines cross lips heating
Lick my belly turn to jelly
Spread me thin I'm in
I'm in it
I'm on it
I'm in it
I'm on it
I'm out
I'm in
I'm out
I'm in
Shake that jelly
Rattle them bones
Dance to the rhythm
That'll make you moan
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Hard kiss love chain
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Pump pump it up pump it up yeah
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Pump I'm a runaway train
Pump it up give it up turn up the track
Pump pump it up pump it up Yeah
I look at you and I'm ready to pump
Luminous heartthrob ready to jump
Mama's dancin' with Jellybone
You better watch out
Take you to the freak zone
Pump it up -give it up -turn up the track
Hard kiss -love chain
Pump it up -give it up- turn up the track
Pump - pump it up -pump it up-yeah
Pump it up -give it up -turn up the track
Pump-I'm a runaway train
Pump it up -give it up- turn up the track
Pump - pump it up -pump it up
Get serious get off the phone
Talk to me and make me moan
I said Baby lose that phone
Rock me down to the jellybone
Motor runnin' double time
Machine is hummin'
Your body's mine
Dancing in the street and we're havin' fun
Don't drop the beat
Electric drum
Chartreuse glow is maxin' out
Electric love - electric luau
I'm bustin' loose-pumpin' the music
Let's dance, baby
Let's dance -jellybone
Pump it up (chorus)
Mama's dancin'
Barefootin'. And kahootin'
With a wild crowd
With a wild crowd
Electric eel, that's the feelin'
Lines cross, lips heating
Lick my belly turn to jelly
Spread me thin- I'm in!
I'm in it
I'm on it
I'm in it
I'm on it
I'm out
I'm in
I'm out
I'm in
Shake that jelly
Rattle them bones
Dance to the rhythm
That'll make you moan
Eat me
Eat me love
Leave nothing behind
Swallow me all of me
Drink me love
Pour me in you
Devour me
Drink me in large gulps
(Now) I want him closer
(Now) I want him now
(Now) I want him in me
(Now) Eat me love
E> Sort of woman never say love to anyone
E> But not there too, I thought you'd just get away with this lie
Consume me love
I want you
to inhale me all of me
Drown me love
in a bottomless pond
I'll never return
Swallow me all of me
(Now) I wan't him closer
(Now) I wan't him now
(Now) He's gonna touch me
(Now) Eat me love
Swallow me all of me X4
He's got me closer
He's got me now
He's gonna me
or eat me love
E> Boom, I hate you, I don't like, I really do hate you
E> I don't wan't you, I thought you liked me
E> I do, I-I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate you
Eat me love
Your open mouth
Eat me love (E> Small face....)
I on your tongue
You got to eat me love (E> I....)
Eat me love
You gulp me
Eat me love (E> Eat....)
I-I down your gullet
You eat me love
Eat me love
I in the stomach,
Eat me love (E> I....)
Eat me love
You splash acid on me (E> Eat....)
Eat me love
I travel down the intestines (E> I....)
Eat me love
Through the bowels and out
He's got me closer
He wants me now
I want to eat him
or eat me love
(Now) Eat me love X4
E> I hate you, I do hate you, I don't like you so well
Are you ready for a brother
With a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers tongue serenade
With the grace of a razor blade over butter
In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways
Got a baby in every part of the city
'Cause I'm street made
Did you really want to clash with me?
I'ma paint a picture sad to see
Like a brother from a rope in an apple tree
Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve
Filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?
Watch you trippin' on some of that shit
That be killing off the ozone mention my clique
Now she don't want to put her clothes on
You better recognize who to idolize over tracks
Or catch a match to the batch
Of the kerosene for the pay back
'Cause the S.W. never play that
I eliminate them till the moon fade black
Never sentimental on an instrumental
When it's complemental to the mental psycho
Alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle
From the max to the minimal
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump
Terminal condition when the mic is in position
To slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up
Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
Propelling through my nemesis multiple combination
In 3D images split a wig when a fool trip
Never mind what your sipping on, what you trippin' on?
Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham
Or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone?
Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking
In the bushes when the infrared roam
Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly
Rock the philosophy made for the rap game
I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game
Drop flows and got chose for the rap game
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive
What, what, what, come on
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump
Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry
Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night club
Made him fold up when he loc'd up
Droppin' heat seekers to his dome
Like a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up
All adversaries look away when the A to the K O M A C K
Get to rippin' through the cable with the wrath of a bullet
Bet your corner catch a ricochet
Propelling parallel with the light speed laid back
Like a knock kneed, eye to eye with the enemy
While the telepathy proceed to achieve
Blowing enemies to a realm in a calm breeze
I shall rip it till my lungs cease
Proceed spittin' game in the city streets
And continue rippin' heads off of robeast
Sincerely yours lack mack with the khakis creased
Whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump
Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
Damn if I ain't superb with it
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
Pump, pump, pump, pump, yeah
Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
'Damn if I ain't superb with it
Pump, pump, pump, pump, whatcha trippin' on?
My days have no sun
This picture tortures me
My nights have no relief
My blood has no taste
I corrupted my veins on insecticide
Anchored my sights, my mind, my breath
Pump!
Pump!
Sweat, fear embraces me
“Be afraid, my friend!” the TV says
My damnation
Am I in the heaven or in the devil’s room?
I’m leaving the hell of angels now
The walls of confidence
Falling down with my faith
A machine made me a loser
My fingers make me a loser
There is no table ready for my lunch
There is no roof
I simply can’t see what’s going on
Reality slaps my face every time I try
Stand up
I have no more will to keep my eyes opened
Without my insecticide
Run...
Run...
“Run, brother!”
I see the light calling me
For me, no hope and no peace
I cut my fingers off to get pure
And pray for not waking up tomorrow
Another day without sun
Pump my reality!
Pump my reality!