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Foster the People: Don't Stop (Color on the Walls) Meaning


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Song Released: 2012

Don't Stop (Color on the Walls) Lyrics

Walk little walk
Small talk big thoughts
Gonna tell them all just what I want
That street two streets I see you and me
Hangin' on the empty of swings
Count high low don't worry my eyes are closed
I'm a superman and it's my show
One shoe...


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    Jan 10th 2012 report

    I think this song is about people acting immaturely. It talks about "Don't stop talking to me" which could signify a child's need to talk to people and socialize. Then he says "Don't stop giving me things." Kids love gifts, but as you get older you tend to grow out of the "needing gifts" stage, but in this song that talk about people who have never grown out of things they liked when they were kids. People who need gifts, need people and need laughter to survive. People who will stop at nothing to get what they want. This is portrayed in the song in several ways. It also talks about the good things of these people, that they are carefree and relaxed, unlike some adults. I think in a way they were trying to convey that some childhood ways are good to keep as you get older, such as being carefree and having fun, but some things are just signs of immaturity.

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    Jul 15th 2016 report


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  3. anonymous
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    Aug 5th 2012 report

    I believe the song is pretty simple. Basically the song is saying it's okay to be a little immature and childish but also never give up. Just don't stop.

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    Mar 1st 2012 report

    It's about these poor children who have no home or no parents. They were never taught right from wrong so all they do is do crazy, immature things that get them into trouble. The police tries to stop them, but the children just run away from them. The children will break laws, shoplift, damage property and play tricks on people. Everything they do is wrong or imminture, but that's how they have fun. They don't want to ever grow up, they want to keep having fun.

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    Feb 27th 2012 report

    I think that this song is about how our government and people who are in charge of democracy and important decisions act like children, constantly demanding things.

  6. anonymous
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    Dec 24th 2011 report

    I am going to go off-piste here and not really do a song interpretation exactly. I am going to do this my way hence colour on the walls in smudgy smeary cray-pas. I really don't care if people don't like the way I do things. I am not saying I am "right".

    Say that you are me. Your feet are in my shoes today (and thankfully I've decided not to wear flip-flops). People keep telling you that something beautiful is going to happen in your life. That the man you love and have loved for years is going to ask you to be with him forever and it never never ever happens. You want to believe and be pregnant with hope and light. All you can do is try to live each day without actually dying. They say, "Baby Jesus THIS and Baby Jesus THAT and love and light and just believe." This man you feel is part of you like a siamese never shows up. Half of you is missing. He is the half with the two hearts. You are like a freakish bloody carcass walking around. Merry bleedin christmas. The strong shall eat the weak today. But wait. Who is/are the strong ones? The people eating Jesus or Jesus? Jesus, I'd say. Besides I really don't want to get into the specifics of christianity on this day because, after all, Hitler claimed to be a christian. Still, I want to BELIEVE in something....

    I have a party going on in my head. The merry-makers talk to me and ask me questions such as, What holds you when all else falls away? What keeps you alive? I say, Trying to think of other people and doing nice things for them and spending time writing and listening to music. Hope keeps me alive. Hope that everyone isn't a gigantic liar and that there is such a thing called love and truth. So the question is not do humans believe in god, it is do humans believe in love? Also do humans believe in Band? I'd like to write about Kurt Vonnegut. I hope this is okay and within the boundaries of music meanings and if it isn't then toss it away. The only proof Kurt needed for the existence of god was music. I can believe in that too. Music is inspiring and spiritual and is the essence of life. Story::: I called my mom the other day and she was crying and I didn't want to ask why because I was afraid and then she said oh sorry I am listening to the Christmas Carols of King's College Choir, Cambridge, specifically, "Once in Royal David's City". So... beautiful music sounds like angels and it makes people cry. People believe in beauty when they hear angels sing. People want to believe in something beautiful. Music is inspiring and spir means breath. Let's have hope in angels.

    We all believe in writing. I haven't met any one person who tries to dispute the fact that people write. I do believe in Kurt Vonnegut who said, "If what Jesus said was good, what can it matter if he was god or not?" Here, here. Kurt also said, "There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope they are organized along the lines of the Mafia." I want that to be true too. I want to believe in my siamese's love for me. I believe in my love for him. I also want to believe that the Bands I love, love me back. That my love for them is reciprocated. I think it is true because I love them and they make music for me and it is a cycle of love. Even this Band's name, "Foster The People"... It just sounds like they are HERE for me. They are supporting me as I support them.

    Kurt said there is nothing more vile and terrifying than a person who has "unquestioning faith". There always should be room for doubt. Seriously. We all just WANT to believe. What are our choices? A. To sit around and mope (bad choice) or B. To hope that tomorrow will be better (okay, sure) AND most definitely C. Deciding that today will be good too (YES). How will it be good? How will you get through the pain of being alive today? By writing about it and listening to music and loving the people who are around and available to love. So hope and love are choices. We can choose to have hope each day and we can choose to love. We can create a better day >> life for ourselves by believing in hope and love.

    I remember the words spoken at my sister's funeral. Her creative writing teacher said that she really isn't dead because she lives in those of us who knew her. It brought me comfort to believe that and I guess all this life conspiracy is about is that her life brought inspiration and beauty into mine and so she does live inside of me. So if Jesus was a man who was just a man (and Kurt says he himself is "irreligious" and agnostic and he is a humanist who is good with using the word god sometimes) Kurt was an admirer of the Jesus the man as a man. Not as a divine symbol. Just an everyday man who did some good. That's a cray-pas I can believe in.

    And when Kurt writes (well he doesn't write anymore cuz he is dead and most likely in heaven and yes I write that with tongue in cheek- and who knows which part) he said he feels like, "An armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." Which reminds me of this song and of One by Metallica. At least if you are just a blind, mute, deaf head of a being with a torso, you have the ability to write. So just do that even if you don't know what to write and if you are thinking that you are boring or stupid or irrelevant. Writing should cause you to feel hope or if not hope within your head then maybe someone else will feel hope and/or at the very least they'll all get a good laugh at your expense and still then you were worth SOMETHING. :-)

    Writing creates hope. Feeling love and hope is like coming home. So colour on the walls while you are naked. That is what christmas should be about. Choosing to feel love and hope and creating it for others even when you feel like a victim from slaughterhouse five.

    Happy birthday to me. I am now a bourne again virgin. Here Kitty, Kitty.

  7. anonymous
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    Nov 29th 2011 report

    It's about people trying to run the world thinking like 4 year olds. Examples: OWS and their endless begging and demanding things that are not theirs to request.

  8. anonymous
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    Sep 24th 2011 report

    The way I analyzed this song is that it is about children who are very needy and always want attention etc.... Though, when I applied to this the theme (the way I saw it) of the album I concluded that it's about how some children live in a household neglected and don't get the attention and care they deserve so they end being these attention hungry children that no one likes because they are annoying, but they are that way just because they didn't get enough attention as a child. Could be a little flawed, but I think I'm pretty close.

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