1. |
De-Extinction
03:12
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Advice and critics take the time to punch your ticket
Through a long short life full of ticker tape agenda
Tell Tale games followed by new Star Wars drivel
Allows for rehashing bravo sierra gameplay it’s a mitt full
It’s time for revolving eighty bones to take the sidelines
Eight or ten to have a time unlike the likes of all those crimes
Tunes local, independent and very hard to beat
He said it best, lifestyles of the famous, tell your friends and then we’ll eat
De-extinction is our new reality
As they bomb the poor, Olympics on the tv
It’s the only channel left on rabbit ears
Dedicated to the athletes and their rich folk tears
They say we’ll have a woolly mammoth in our lifetime
The way of the dodo is back in NY Times
Private companies play sun, someone must be paying
It’s cute! It’s huge! It died and it’s alive again!
There may be no cash left, but it’s the time we’ll all remember
While they justify assault from their thrones behind the lawyers
Ho boy how the system’s been shattered
As if any of the talent or the true artistry mattered, boo-urns
Never has the soap been less unscented
Have to order from a friend and fly the product arrives dented
Costs an arm and a leg but none of the beauty bar chem trails
Hours of her time but the freshness beats the stale drug store sales
Dereliction to the planned obsolescence
Our devices now the 8’s out, but does an upgrade make sense?
Time of day usage, don’t you dare go use the dryer
The pennies that we save will stretch at Canadian Tire
Tape up all your injuries, and get back out there!
This helmet will keep you in the game until you can’t bear
The pain and the dizziness, you got your bell wrung
Rotational violence is the new tune of commercials sung
Our controllers and our people have more triggers than ever
At least we still hold close conditioning competitive behaviour
Teleport another hundred years instinctive degradation
Idiocracy’s the optimistic result of temptation
Allegiance to a man you’ve seen a thousand times on tv
Gives me the heebie jeebies full of sparkling graffiti
There must be a way to fix it, this must be our rock bottom
Committed we’ve become we’re joined in life’s asylum
Did you see the new donuts with the pancake on top?
I’ll do anything to get the new record she just dropped
4-letter word, stream, trim the blossom, it’s a stem
Something old was out there but we’ll make it come alive again
Off I go to Montreal, call me if you need something
How would you get it if you’re in Montreal?
Oh, I have my ways my friend
Eat your winter Wheaties, appreciate graffitis
Both tangible and physical, for now I have a long drive
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2. |
An Odyssey
02:30
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Entangled in a quantum micro space and time
On a marble ever shifting out of past defined
By struggle after struggle, blood and pagination
We carve a little point through tube amplification
The heroes of the story depend on who you ask
Collecting dust on a shelf in hieroglyphs and masks
A lackluster bit of cinema of passion inspired
By an event extrapolated through neurons he fired
When all is said and done, we know it’s ice or fire
In either case we hope to roam and find a new empire
Between a star and a belt, under the perfect set of conditions
Light millenia away, ultimate extradition
Or maybe we just orbit, let the bots clean the mess
Sent back a probe or two just to retrace and test
Atmospheric conditions, genetic modification
Plants fighting humans, bucolic reintegration
That’s it, my time is up here. I’ve had quite enough, dear
I could be ready as soon as Monday
Way up past the stratosphere
I’d never be happier
If you could do just one last thing and
Help me paint my spacesuit pink
It may be within our life we set up shop on Mars
But it’s a shithole there, they’ve got no art or cars
Rack and pinion steering, new sleek aero designs
Cars can drive themselves, where will the cops get their fines?
Wait a minute, return to what we’ve found up there
Spectographic confirmation specks have something like air
Tally them up and find the one that’s closest of them all
Put it out in the news, give our best pilots a call
As we wait for the breakthrough to preserve the human form
For a hundred thousand years, I dunno, maybe more
A new golden record that can have a back and forth
And populate new chthonic groups to pass the torch
Consider just how meagre of a beginning
As we swarm and we spread, other life keeps on thinning
But we depend on those forms, do they really not see?
Increased numbers, year to year, root of our society
We’re approaching the point of no return
Critical velocity, precise trajectory
Call out to command, the fuel’s burned
We are on our way, tell the people it’s ok
Keep throwing things away, on the planet where you stay
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3. |
Take a Little
02:37
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I heard a story bout a man who couldn’t see well
He lived his life a way that makes me feel like I’m in a shell
Perspective gave him a way to see the real picture
When I see the mirror I spend time I see a pattern, oh hell
Makes me wonder if there’s a mirror in his toilet room
Pictures on his walls, or decorated like a tomb
Guess I’ll never know and it really doesn’t matter
He pulls from a well I hope to know much less to gather, take it in
Chorus
Take a little bit for yourself
Don’t be afraid to come to me for help
Any time my phone buzzes I’ll jump
We’ll get through, it’s just another bump
So don’t worry if you need a shawarma platter today
Set the boundaries you need to make to yourself feel ok
Television’s not creative but it’s a place to begin
When you get out of bed before to noon you win!
Tack on another little walk and an overpriced coffee
Don’t overthink or overdo, just do and think as best suits you
Fentonyl and noloxone, spattered with the tide pods
It’s American roulette in the greatest country under god
Uh oh, I forgot to care for me again
It’s pain that they measure, not nerves from a one to ten
Oh well, I guess they do their best, they take me in
From dark hole to scary place to comfort in olanzapine
I sleep and I sleep and I wake to eat
and stretch and wonder what the people on the outside see in me
Attend all of the clinics just to satisfy the cynics
Keep one eye on the days, while the company still pays, I lick my wounds
So much heroism in every little act of kindness, like barbecues and ice cream sandwiches and games with dices
We’re just visitors here, some people call it home, with a different set of cards and DNA, us too, who knows?
Plays the cello with his eyes closed but can’t remember his own name
And there’s no one at fault, and there’s no one to blame
Strangest chapter in our story, curse that darn brain chemistry
We’ll take the long way hand in hand and heart in heart to the emergency
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4. |
Sore Thumb
03:00
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I always figured that I would grow old with a child in tow, maybe two or three
Did i simply outgrow that dream
Or did that lie outrun me? (Faster and faster)
So there’s no rattle, there’s no white dress
Certainly no gender reveal festivities
Am I sticking out like a sore thumb
As I throw up my finger up to what I’m supposed to be?
I swear if another single person tells me that a baby looks good on me
I’ll shave off my hair and I’ll burn all my clothes and I’ll set fire to my goddamn ovaries
Appreciate the sentiment, but this beeswax isn’t yours
Generation over each, there’s just more and different doors
If we turn a different latch, find a different match, sew another patch
Strike a little match, contract a little rash, never even tracking the scores
Back in the day you limited the ways that you distinguish
Acceptable from exceptional from dreary to downright sad
It was a formula, simply charted, we live in a mish mash
Seed stash, open-ended teeth gnash of paisley and plaid
I swear if another single person tells me that a baby looks good on me
I’ll shave off my hair and I’ll burn all my clothes and I’ll set fire to my goddamn ovaries
Ideas aren’t cast out, just viewed in a different light
Our sieves let through rainbows, yours blocks out old plights
Tap another keg, eat another leg, birth another Peg
Skin another tag, dog another wag, always we’re tracking new flights
It’s true it’s not all marshmallow fluff in a flute glass
Drinks served ignited while hurricanes rage past
Serve up another set, cats to the vet, live at the Met
Beam with ka-tet, no Boba Fett, still you may call me an outcast
I always figured that I would grow old with a man in tow, wed in my late ‘20s
Now I’ve outgrown that pre-written narrative
Or did that lie just outrun me? (Faster and faster)
So there’s no rattle, There’s no white picket fence,
Certainly no gender reveal festivities
Am i sticking out like a sore thumb
As i throw up my finger up to what I’m supposed to be?
I swear if another single person tells me that a baby looks so good on me
I’ll shave off my hair and I’ll burn all my clothes and I will set fire to my goddamn ovaries.
I will set fire to my goddamn ovaries.
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5. |
Acquaintances
04:05
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Acquaintances I can’t quite remember, faces blend into one another
The names just won’t come but I know we’ve let loose together (at some point)
Off to my meeting, Step 3’s just not happening
I’m guarded but starting to learn to express things
I was never shown how to say, but taught to hide things away
Pressure builds with no vent when the dust deflagrates a chain event
The families mourn the lost, they could have been saved by a broom and a mop
I guess it’s a lesson for next time, what else can it be? But a catalyst, post analysis,
Codified in three years, well maybe four, it’s hidden between the ifs and the ors
Chorus:
Those acquaintances are rooting for you
Close your eyes, deep breaths will pull you through
A temporary, momentary loss is all this ever was
You’re in good company with all the geniuses
You’ve got to stay on top of these things, relapse is an option to which I give nothing
Bring it down a notch when I’m up, learn that down is not too much
It’s tough to be mindful and recall the advice, cause my memory’s shit and I’m always enticed
To do more and more and create and deliver, but you’re always there to help me to carve out this river
I thought I knew it all, but that was only for a week or so. The brain’s a funny thing, it can sometimes be too powerful
I could say that I was embarrassed, but that isn’t true at all. I met a few in that wing who would never leave those halls
No more on-site smoking section, that was everything for some, it they took it away, how can healing begin?
Still it was peaceful there, and when I reminisce, I could never do better than this
Fight Scene:
That face, I think I’ve seen it before
Blue eyes, like the sky, something I can’t ignore
That face, it’s just so familiar
I think we had met over a game of billiards
Should I say hello or stay on my own?
Us humans, we’re not meant to be alone
But not everyone we meet is meant to stick around
A sea of people around me, I feel like I’ve drowned
Sinking deeper and deeper, will I ever be found?
Stuck in a loop like a merry-go-round
I want to ask who they are, and if I say “do I know you”, am I bizarre?
I don’t want to come off as awkward
And if I ask you, will you be bothered?
Acquaintances, that’s what we have to deal with
Being comfortable with everyone, to me that’s a myth
Acquaintances, they come and go
But what’s constant is there’s always a tomorrow
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6. |
Trunk & Limb
03:31
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Tap into the heart of it, bleed out the scaly skin
Drill yourself a little hole through three of four life rings
Hammer in the spigot, out drips the filtered gold
Harvest of the early spring, we break from frosty cold
Oh, silky sweetness
For you, a constant yearn
Pass it down, it’s my turn, it’s my turn
Chop up its fallen brethren, with a blade that’s finely honed
Stack up the little pieces, left to dry the body’s toned
Set fire to the smallest first, build up to limbs and trunk
On heat of them, we boil the blood, in syrup we will dunk
Oh, sweet and heavy,
You’re now a part of me
Charge the cells and feed my bones, feed my bones
A long run to the sugar shack, hey, what’s he doing in there?
Stoke and boil a little more, sediment is high this year
Pour a little on some snow, jack wax, a child’s delight
Nutrients from soily earth, fluids and sunlight
Gravity fed IV drip, designed in reverse
A few short weeks to get our fill, it’s nature’s little curse
Trudging through the slushy mess, it’s worth it I confess
Tally up the earnings now, this year we live on less
Oh, silky sweetness
For you, a constant yearn
Pass it down, it’s my turn, it’s my turn
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7. |
Gradual Return
01:17
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A little moulded piece of petroleum for every cup of joe
It adds up, disposable, it’s full but still we grow the land fill
Not in my backyard you don’t, behind my screen you’ll all be pwned
Trapper keeper, keep the trapper, taco shells fall down the crapper
Tempted by a thousand products, produce grown by foreign farmers
Paid pennies, we have our fill, we throw out the wilted leafy bills
Two wheels on the sidewalk, six more tagging along
Convoy into the evening beneath the shadowy throng
A gradual return, on your timesheet please cut out the meeting
Get another insta-crap-o-matic bev yo-self be treatin’
Tantamount to very little charge-out rate up for the sinkhole
Intonation counts for nothing when five through seven all are buzzing
Details lost in all the fluffy smoke and mirrors
Arbitrary goals ever chased through these portholes
One-eyed cats may jump don’t stick the landing
Mind wander Dark Tower grind demanding
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8. |
Fondly
03:10
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Take this record with you
Take it wheron you roam
I’ll be on a different needle
But I’m still playing on at home
Ten years since we’ve wintered
The harsh reality
I’d like to think you still sit by the fire
And fondly think of me
Tap it out a strange signature count the sevens and the nines
It’s not music of tradition, no it’s reflecting the times
We may not know the theory but we’re still pretty sure it works
I think it’s time that we see where we can fill in space with words
It’s unlimited novels in the palm of your hand
A screen in front of microscopic poisons no one understands
A petri dish of centenarians off the coast of Japan
A simple formula of life crowned by respect for your clan
It’s simplicity itself we’ve proven scientifically
At least we can show the data now, religions disagree
Our gods say to work harder, faster, longer, drugged up, smarter
Never slow until your heart gives out make room for someone younger
Will we even be acknowledged if we slow down and think
Population topples higher towers steeples to the brink
Grenfell fire, new mass shooting, it’s yesterday’s news
Don’t dare to sing a reference from someone else’s shoes
I’ll take this record with me
I’ll not sit and cry for you
We’ll roll inside of time’s harsh wheel
Until all the rolling’s through
Ten years of new memories
Ten more at least for me
Trains and planes and cars and mellow words
Keep me grounded like a tree
Learning to recognize the signs and to counter all the symptoms
The prolific undertake new feats; I’d never think to tinker
He can’t possibly truly think she takes it as a compliment
Do others really think that way? I must be an optimist
Maybe this is therapy to put it to the page
Then link it with some chords just to get out all the rage
After all the work recording has it lost all of its merit?
The hope being that you’ll pick it out and messages inherit
Amphitheatres full of screaming fans replaced by clicks and likes
I can’t remember the words anyways, that’s where we should place our sights
Eat together at the table then go our separate ways
To where we sweat it out and dial it in and generate a craze
The best part is that I’d come home and I’d know that you’d be there
Sitting in your pjs with a cat and crazy hair
And when you’d come in I’d jump right up and scuttle to the door
And I would gush about the kids at school, I’d never ask for more
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9. |
Dirt Squirrel
04:09
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There’s a family of mice living in my car and I’m slowly trying to kill them off and so far
I don’t have the stomach for it, and once again, I’ll call you when the popcorn hits
The best of intentions, well we can’t live on those
We’ve only got so many more ‘‘I’ll do it tomorrows’’
No, I’d never eat them but I sure do want to beat them
At this point, it’s gone too far
And I’ll have to get a brand new car
Navigating mounds of yesterday’s threads, fills you up to the brim with dread
I’ll throw you a preserver, thank god you’re no deserter
But god knows how you're sticking it out, god knows.
God knows how you’re sticking this out
Chorus:
And something’s gotta break it seems, I swore I’d have figured this shit out by 30
It’s all piling up in reams of paper and plastic and boxes and bins
And something’s gotta break it seems, I thought I’d have figured this all out by 30
My bag is ripping at the seams and don’t you help me help me pick up the pieces
Don’t help me help me pick up the pieces
The kids are all commenting on my unmatched socks
And a kempt appearance is a total afterthought
I’m still bracing for the aftershock
And I’ve lost every single bra I’ve ever owned
We can always come right back to what matters to us most
Notice the breath and the sensations in this temporary host
Well nourished and well travelled with support everywhere
We could but we don’t bother with the state of our hair
And I can rationalize til there’s cake on my face
But the pang is growing as the pan’s misplaced
Pull the curtain back, it’s starting to show
The leaks and the spills and the crack I know
The leaks and the spills and the dirt
Chorus
The wardrobe’s puking out your compression shorts
Cats hiding socks, building stocks, sneaky cohorts
The goat cheese always ends up a skunky green mess
Although I don’t eat the lettuce in the fridge, I confess
Sweep the kitchen every week whether it needs it or not
Cat food squished between my toes, still my breakfast I sought
Life does not exist before the coffee fouls my breath
I’ll stalk around with no pants, though I may catch my death
I swear I’m trying to be the very best version of me
But it’s crumbling faster than leaning the tower of my old CDs
You’re a far far better person than I can ever give you credit for
Maybe I could start with a thank you song or by closing that darn fridge door
And there’s a family of squirrels living in my hair and I’m slowly trying to get them out of there
But I don’t have the heart to evict, and anyways they’ve never done a thing to deserve it
I guess I kinda hope they stick
I kinda hope they stick
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10. |
Peanut Butter
00:13
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11. |
Night Cheese
02:57
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Chorus:
Hey hey, take a minute for me
Hey hey, I heard you singing “Night Cheese”
Hey hey, we embraced all of the dorks and the nerds
Hey hey, I found your secret cheese curds
Hemp hearts on oatmeal, I left my red coat here
In tune with myself but I can’t tell without you
I’m not part of this plan and if those drinks get you canned
You’re out on your ass, catch a plane, take your passport
It’s all just an illusion of our consciousness
Take a line from the influence before they show you where the devil lives
Down the hall there’s an ice box, just one of our amenities
Cleaning out the pool but your continental breakfast’s free
Apple of my eye, I followed you into this dirty city
Live your dream in the interstitial space of our society
Maybe we should watch, catch a glimpse of Skinny Minny Miller
That’s the name they all associate with derby’s show boat glamour
This window’s our ice box but I’m frozen, I just can’t talk
All alone or team time, just can’t calm my damn mind
The CBC’s callin’, my heart’s full, I’m stallin'
These pages kept empty, a life full of memories
Crack a beer we snuck in, the security here’s lax
Let’s watch these beasts face off on these four oval tracks
It’s funny how it’s still Wal Mart and Costco and
It’s the little things, but not enough to give us hope we’re not alone
Take a hatchet to what they thought you could do
Have no doubt that the chances are slim but we’ll all get through
Eat a vegetable today, no, maybe tomorrow
Baby spinach gives us power that we don’t need to borrow
Back at it first thing, instant coffee, keep fighting
There’s no time for lounging, catch meals on the down swing
We’ll come through this on top, the algorithm will co-operate
With our intentions, our glorious ascension!
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12. |
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Hacking out f-bombs through nicotine garments
Out by the old carport car hold vestiges and imprints
Of an ageless product reinforced by market place madness
We’ve got numbers based on your needs so we can tax you through these habits
Needs is a strong word, don’t you mean your after tax take home?
At last there’s an outlet to buy lotto tickets online
Open up new markets that simply cannot have a new addiction
Their last one left them in this state the next will grind them into fiction
Fad diet or a new way to utter I’m bored?
Chase your dreams, they say, find love, do your chores
Of course you look good, you’ve never been tried
It’s the scars and the aches in my joints coincide
With the real life 4-D experience we attempt
Some of them all gussied up, I left it unkempt
And no joke I feel good and I look like I feel and as far as I’m concerned
I’ve got a good deal
Chorus:
Disposable income
You lose and you win some
Your market attacks every sensory input feasible
Drown out the reason, brain screaming, new seasoning
They agree on a plan that meets all of their needs
And oh, the cash that remains will go to cater and feed
Into the next pointless purchase fueled by greed
Barely masking the search for some meaning and purpose
Barely hiding the true us alongside the circus
Integrate new data to free drug store naloxone
A street level crisis brings new life to the Help Phone
Petition signed anonymous, the shelters deemed cancers
They’re asked simple questions but they won’t give clear answers
So look to your symbols, find peace where you want
I’ll believe what I see and I’ll visit my mom
And I’ll sit quietly and assemble the pieces
And you won’t do the same, but I won’t judge your choices
Chorus
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13. |
Indefinitely
02:49
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Another long night for you, I’ve fallen asleep
You know I’d stay up all night in a show of solidarity
But you’ve never once asked that of me, you’d never want to pull me down
Long months and longer weeks
Took the scenic road back up from NYC
Not too sure who’d be waiting there for me
But it’s always been you
Stop, this might just be a blessing in disguise
As you’re slowly transforming in front of my eyes
Not too sure how I kept them so dry
As they swell with pride
Learning to walk again, metaphorically
Turn the tables, your biggest fan is me
Keeping it together for once in my life, ironically
Small steps, and trying to just breathe
No more tiptoeing,start stomping those feet
Unfazed, unashamed, never pitifully
Your safety net I’ll help to weave
Don’t stop. If we charted these ups and downs
Since you started this, broken new ground
As we we chip away, the permafrost will start to give
Been through hell, now strengthening the seams
Battlescars proving I’m tougher than I’ve seemed
Long nights, and longer weeks but I’ll here indefinitely
Richard and Renj:
When I wake up, I can’t believe you’re still here
You’ve stuck it out through my irrational fears
Until the next time, it’s never goodbye
Safe travels to you, don’t die
We live a good one, likely stranger than most
Without a stumble or two, we wouldn’t play host
To an alliance so fine, I say genuinely
I’ll be here, indefinitely
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14. |
Absurd Ditty
04:24
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There’s a daemon
In my head again
And I can’t fight it
Every day
There’s a daemon
In my head again
And I can’t fight
Tell me about all the times that have troubled you
Have a small snack and just breathe I will follow through
Baffling how all the cultures can’t get along
Funny how some feel they cut through with just a song
Go ahead, whine about gas prices gets you no-
Think before speaking or speak through your self-indulgence
With a strange motivation that capsulates
Getting in line for the new user interface
Nary a day can go by we don’t hear about
Some new atrocity some madman carried out
Wheels keep turning on organic biomass
Tales of organ donations that we can assume
Went to the highest bidder who fit the criteria
How can we trust when the media primates
Are owned by Nestle or some other
Monster that no single one has control over
(Help me, help me, I don't know where to go anymore.
Help me, help me, I don't know where to turn, turn anymore.)
Let me go
Won’t you let me go?
I have been here from the start
There’s a daemon
Let it out and you’ll be free
You’ll be free
Targets are for weapons but used for your audience
Counting on inertia of our mass reticence
Watch all the birds but don’t feed the crocodiles
Wearing your skin in your way can’t go out of style
Rent a tuxedo to sit by the hotel pool
No one can question the act of a senile fool
Might as well enjoy the time that we have for no-
where is where we will be resting before too long
Dividing by zero results in the heavens above
We’re a meteorite or a speck and the
Time will slow on more massive a scale
Life for a fly’s just as long as a whale
Home again after a day on the screen
Got to adjust my eyes back to human being
Literal wishing away of our lives
Finally on weekends we’re Lords of the Flies
(Help me, help me, I've been waiting for so long, so long. I am ready. Help me, help me, I've been waiting so patiently, patiently.)
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the Woolly Mammoth Project Ottawa, Ontario
The Woolly Mammoth Project is a rap-folk duo from the Ottawa Valley, traditional, unceded territory of the Algonquin nation.
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