Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks (Medieval Style | Bardcore) 

Aye, I befriended the quiet lad by sharing a bowl of lentil soup with him and so he saith unto me, “Thou art an upstanding fellow, tarry not in the flea markets come morrow.”

When the jester realizes they were never laughing with him.

All the other Kings Hiding inside their castles Better run, better run Faster than my arrows

"Thou are modest boy" "Thou shall not go to seminary tomorrow"

when the bullied kid brings his crossbow in 1376

"All t'other young'uns with their inflated pattens should think it wise to flee, flee from mine arrowes"- Adopt ye peasantry, 1311

"What is thou carrying onto thine back?" "It is thine case for thy lyre milord." "But dosn't thou playeth the flute?"

”We live in a feudal society.”

“We live in a monarchy” -Jester

Everyone a knight till the class jester brings a longbow to the monastery

Can't believe it's been 8 centuries since this came out, still a banger

" *revenge doesn't bring peace, young one.* " " *It does. My Lord. It does to thyself.* "

"Jeremy what is in thine bag?" "Vengence my Lord."

When everyone starts bullying the history kid

Everyone's a knight until the jester brings his longbow to the monastery Edit: I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving and a good day

This comments section taught me more about Medieval English than school did

All thy children adorned in the finest shoes, must flee, they must flee, outpacing my bow

"Some of ye' are quite honourable. Steer away from the archery range next day"

The silent one : "I hast taken a liking to you , question the teacher if thou can useth the loo . Thine shalt go and not come back to class ."

I love the photo - "you better run, you better run, faster than my ARROW" lmao

"Behold! Start to cry and pray now, pestilent cowards, but not even god himself will save you sinners from my crossbow!" - Richard, son of the blacksmith, "The quiet kid"

Medieval child: *starts playing this song on his lute Every other peasant: Dost thou want to be friends? I’m willing to pay double for thy livestock

When your friend shows up with a trebuchet on the village

This comment section is gold. I live for this.

Thou't, in best interests, flee speeds hastier than thine fletching.

“Wouldst thou passeth thy auxiliary cord?” “Aye, but playeth not a melody resembling excrement.”

Aye, it taketh me back to a time iron was still spelled isern.

*shooter comes into school* Quiet kid: "I hath become one with my ancestors song" *pulls out bow*

When the school bully says, “I bite mine thumb at thee, sir” one too many times

‘Tis all but a jest till the quiet lad bids whom’st is the swiftest runner in ye olde English class

"We dwelleth within a monarchy" -The jester

Robert hath a swift hand. He doth gaze upon the fyrd, and he maketh a plan. He hath a jaunty cap, perched upon his head, he is a longbowman. He did find an old bow of yew And a quiver of arrows in his father’s chest, wherefore I cannot say. But he cometh for thee, yea he cometh for thee. All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots, Best ye go, best ye go, Outrun my bow. All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots, Best ye go, best ye go, faster than mine arrow. Father worketh all day And he cometh home late, yea he cometh home late. Mayhaps he bringeth me a gift, For stew is in the pot, though it doth taste of grit. I have waited e’re long. Now mine eye is quick and mine arm is strong. I reason with my crooked cap And say, “Thou art an artless, greasy tallow-catch.” Yea. All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots, Best ye go, best ye go, Outrun my bow. All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots, Best ye go, best ye go, faster than mine arrow. All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots, Best ye go, best ye go, Outrun my bow. All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots, Best ye go, best ye go, faster than mine arrow. All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots, Best ye go, best ye go, Outrun my bow. All ye bully-rooks with your buskin boots, Best ye go, best ye go, faster than mine arrow.

when the quiet child bringeth a peculiar shaped lyre case

‘Tis but a jest till’ the lords boy brings out a crossbow during town school.

When you aren't an English native speaker and you don't understand a single word in the comments section

for some reason the image of the guy holding a bow to a group of people cracks me up like there's no tomorrow

When you misheard "Hunting pheasants" for "Hunting peasants"

When the weird kid reaches into his satchel during alchemy

I don’t think my mom quite realizes what this song means- She thinks it’s a happy song I-

This song is so good its gone forward and backwards in time

The dislikes were those who weren’t swifter than his Arrows...

Everybody gangsta until Lancelot launches his Trebuchet at the Monastery.

“Thou must flee, thou must flee, faster than mine arrow”

Of course this is getting recommended again NOW

When that one peasant kid pulls out a longbow during sword training.

Everybody gangsta until you hear this at castle.

‘Thou, who shalt slay the dragon, will receive 1000 guildiers’

Damn the foreshadowing for the Kongsberg attack...

It’s all fun and games until Richard pulls out his crossbow during horseback training.

"Dear Timothy, what is in thine satchel?" "Vengeance my Lord."

This seems very relevant today

Tis was my favorite melody during the crusades

When your classmates are heretics....

All ye other squires with thine leather sandals, ought to flee, ought to flee, with more haste than mine arrow

This is the result from changing the past and I like it

"Whatever happened to Elliot? "He's a saint now"

"You're a nice lad, don't come to the bard's college tomorrow."

Tis all jests until the blacksmith's boy brings a longbow to the archives.

If I’m going back in time I’m gonna be playing this song around the kingdom

Everybody a knight till the class jester brings a longbow to the monetary

When the Court Jester suddenly stops acting silly...

“Heed my warning sire. Don’t arrive at the castle tomorrow”

War general : no fun while we fight The archers is the back :

The cover art is gold

"Thou mother art gay!" "Nay thee!" **Pulls out holy hand grenade**

“Ha, yes, all are jests, yet you curs best avoid court this coming morrow”

When the quiet schoolar brings a pot-de-fer to the town hall

*" I say fellows of learning. I have come to beseech thee to hand over all of thy footwear due to reasons that shan't be shared. Thou shall have to turn to cursing thee from beyond thy grave if thine answer is no. Death or donation acquaintances?"*

The rats in the 1300s when the peasants called them pests too many times

When you install the killable children mod on Skyrim . . .

This has the tempo and flow of one of those 'stately' Edwardian/Victorian ballroom dances where at most hands touch and it's all very choreographed and such. Excellent cover!

When the peasant kid carries a bag but instead of bread, it has arrows

"I've found but a queer sense of kinship with ye. Don't arrive at this yonder mess hall in a forthnight"

When the silent squire reaches into his rucksack and produces a crossbow.

this song has one of the most beautiful melodies I have ever heard

💀 I convinced our supervisor at work to play this over the intercom on nightshift. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 all the night crew guys hate me now. This is great

“Leviticus,you seem quite amiable,do not arrive at thine tutelage on the morrow”

Arthur from Shrek would've played this song if one more kid had pushed him

"All of thy opposing peasants with thine inflated greaves"

When the quiet kid with the guitar case actually carries a guitar

Who’s watching this during the Black Plague?

“Dear Timothy, what is in thine satchel?” “Vengeance my lord.”

The middle ages is by far one of the eras that I find most fascinating and your music brings a huge smile to my face. What a perfect example of how art is timeless!

When thy jester hasn’t found thy quip humorous so thou escapes to yonder battlements to retrieve thy crossbow

NGL kinda disappointed a British chap didn’t start singing like a bard

All the other villagers With the pumped up feet Better run better run Outrun my bow All the other villagers With the pumped up feet Better run better run Faster than my arrow

Have this in my recommended but 967 years late

When the French serf boy whispers something about Agincourt and takes his crossbow out of his satchel during English class

Teacher: Why art thou in immortal laughter? Me: 'tis but a crossbow

Parting is such sweet sorrow.... Tybalt.

''Why thy ears of mine hears the ballad of me great foe?''

Everybody gangsta till the quiet archer in the back pulls out the bow

When you’re playing Crusader Kings and your character’s sixth son has the strong, attractive, and genius traits

For some reason I really love this

“Would thou relish the flavor of thine arrows?”

“All the Bully-rooks with the Busken boots. Best Ye go, best Ye, go. Outrun my bow.”

Martin Luther takes a more aggressive approach after the church ignores his 95 theses

When thy jester scribbles onto thee partchment paper and speaketh, “don’t cometh to thy monestary tomorrow, gentleman”

This is one of those things I didn't know I needed. Amazing work man!

Teacher : “we will be learning about the medieval age” The quiet kid :