The Lives of Flies - Rusty Cage

People: hey what instrument you play??? Rusty: a broom...

Heck yes I’m gonna play the broom in a band

If I gave him a waffle I bet he would find a way to play it.

Nobody: Rusty: raps with a banjo in the background

This dude plays broom. Legend.

watches noose song "hey this guy could actually be a good singer listens to this song "shit he is an amazing singer"

I feel like this song is worsening my mental state but calms my mind.

Man, this guy draws well, sings well, is skilled with his hands, plays all kinds of instruments and is attractive Why?

You are literally the only human being on the planet who can pull off a fedora

Is no one gonna acknowledge that he plays an egg

List of instruments Rusty apparently plays: -guitar -bass -drums -piano -accordion -harmonica -banjo -nardin harp -keyboard -maraca -tambourine -kazoo -spoons -jar of coins -can of spent shells -knife -gun -egg -broom -fidget spinner -skull -rubber chicken -washboard -chair Edit: let me know if I missed anything

Rusty: "Hey dude I made a band! " Rustys friend: "Nice who's in it?" Rusty: "There's me and me, oh yeah also me and me." "He's really good on broom" Rusty friend: "What"

They should put this in a movie

It's kinda upsetting that rusty is such an amazing musician but he's best known for a little tune he made up in half an hour for an old bar game. If there's ever a rusty video to show someone it's this right here.

Rusty Cage: “They say buy what we sell but you can tell them you won’t.” Also Rusty Cage: “I’m selling t-shirts and hoodies. Buy them.” You’re sending me mixed messages, Rusty.

God: So how much talent do you want? Rusty: yes

Agent:Do you sing,act or play a instrument? Rusty:Yes

Goddamit this is amazing and catchy omg

if he was not locked up at his house because of stealing, he would have probably not focused on music and been doing something else rn.

The lives of flies and then we die as quickly as we're born And nothing that we make is taken happiness or scorn If every hope abandons you there's peace in that you know That when you hit rock bottom, only one way left to go. I woke up when I hit the ground without a penny to my name I threw away the only love I got and hung my head in shame When I had nothing I remembered what I need. Bought no joy material, but fodder for my greed. Alright Now you got this everything you needed to survive. The addition is the mission that you be accessorized. But it's all a pack of lies, you know that it's true. If you don't commoditize tell me what would you do? Is everything you're wearing the extension of self? Every action that you're taking for progression of wealth? If you didn't have a color TV how would you see? If you didn't have a social life then who would you be? 'Cuz everybody wants and thinks they need, weather internet, cell phone or blood you bleed. But only one of the three is gonna keep you alive. Tell me how far can you get without the car you drive? They tell us that we need it but really we don't. They say "buy what we sell" but you can tell them you won't. If you ever see the day that you're finally done, Well-could you give it all away if the time should ever come? The lives of flies and then we die as quickly as we're born And nothing that we make is taken happiness or scorn If every hope abandons you there's peace in that you know That when you hit rock bottom, only one way left to go. Now intrinsic as it seems, it's really just a fallacy. Everything is challenging. It's all about balances. 'Cuz when you try to have a peace of mind, It ain't hard to find, I want a piece of what's mine. So f*** the time. Everything will come eventually. Essentially the only thing to hold us back is chemistry. 'Cuz what we put in out bodies is what we put in our brains, And if the mix is imperfect then it can make you insane. So tell me who's the one to blame. Every man, woman, child if they think the same. Every docile action, distraction from our passion, Every session of depression if you lack satisfaction They tell us that we need it but really we don't. They say "buy what we sell" but you can tell them you won't. If you ever see the day that you're finally done, Well-could you give it all away if the time should ever come? The lives of flies and then we die as quickly as we're born And nothing that we make is taken happiness or scorn If every hope abandons you there's peace in that you know That when you hit rock bottom, there's just one way left to go.