It is NOW ON SALE here at RustyJoints.net (just CLICK HERE).
It is available as a physical CD in a stylish digipack with a matte finish, and nice texture, at a cost of $10.
It is also available as a digital download for $8.
When you purchase the CD here for the $10, you will also get an immediate download of the full album, so you get the CD, but don’t have to wait to enjoy it!!!
This is the first Physical release from the Digital, Mechanical, Spiritual composer, Rusty Joints.
And while he has released two official (beat-tape) projects before, This serves as the first official Album.
A concept album.
He has traveled time, space and dimension to bring you this re-imagining of some of the greatest songs of all time (dramatic drum roll).
With this he gives you a peak at a dimension he hold a special place for.
Share the link with as many humans you can find, for you will make their day brighter.
Rusted wise words of wisdom:
Don’t cry over spilled milk. And don’t slip on it either.
released 06 September 2011
All songs composed by Rusty Joints.
Check out the new track hot off the presses, feat. The Village Mathematician.
This also serves as a little fore-shadowing for the new album.
“STFUi: The Greatest Songs of All Time (You’ve Never Heard)”
yes… that is the title, and it will be released SOON. A matter of weeks.
For now check this out.
There They Go Again (feat. The Village Mathematician)
EDIT—This Track has Just been made Downloadable!!!
Click the down arrow on the right side of this player to snatch it up for free.
Lyrics: [because so many people begged]
This is a good a place to start as any,
spark it and lace it,
re-call it like a memory,
leave em all in amazement,
ain’t no time to be stalling and pacing,
y’all in the bathroom stall,
with all of this defaecation, and statements,
of musical rhythm, mathematic equation,
burrow to the core of the earth, and start blazing,
compact the murderous raw,
lift the nation,
the only thing we chopping is samples, track, and instate it,
we perpendicular to your claiming of cane-ing,
and move making with the weight-ing,
as many fiends they claim to be having, scratching, and waiting,
their power moves must be bigger than the USA-Team,
you can’t stay still with the new stimulation,
the uber-newer-manure, looking blue radiating,
shit I’m addicted to what I say before I say it,
before it’s scribbled down I hear it sounding before I’m waking,
the sound-scape is amazing,
ground shaking, when pounds blazing around town, from what they found the sound is audible,
visual, tangible, smellable, tasteable,
experience you will never forget what has been laced for you,
shit I ain’t finished yet,
getting impatient too,
wanna spit it, lace it, and cringe from it, the stimulus is similar,
to nuclear submarines, hosting a shit-load of missiles in it, to rip a new hole in Mother Natures caboose,
soon it’ll be kaboom, if the Mayan’s had a vision for you,
if the vision is true,
when it strikes 12 its koo-koo,
even them cartoons tried to tell it to you too,
screws are loosened not fastened for each generation new,
but stay cool,
take it one day by day one,
make a judgment on each situation as they come,
get that hate from that weight in your chest, it came from,
the opposite place of what made what you gotta embrace,