Five Alarm Funk - 'Chaos is a Ladder'
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The Canadian funksters 'Five Alarm Funk' have been supported by the Canadian government and private radio broadcasters for this project.  Great animation to showcase this funky track.#fivealarmfunk #chaosisaladder #canada #canadianfunksters #funkband #jeeni #music #musicians #electricguitar #independent #funkymusic #trumpet #saxophone #drums #electricguitar #keyboards #singersongwriter #musicvideo #animation #musicfest #community #talent #unsigned #creatives #fans #superfans 

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BROOKLYNN - i hate it here

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