A new song about Cloveria Morth’lana, from a band that we can call Beaver Now Beaver Now, or something like that. The Beaver Now Band.
That just means it uses the same voice, same style, like it’s a band. It’s groovy psych/space rock.
Give it a listen! Give the YouTube channel a follow if you can! Thanks!
Today dropped a quietly devastating new single called “I Have Already Died (Thousands of Times)” that wraps heavy personal grief in an unexpectedly catchy pop package. With bright, melodic hooks and a subtle emo undercurrent in the vulnerable delivery, the track feels like a modern bedroom-pop confession set to an infectious beat—think wistful choruses that stick in your head while the lyrics quietly gut you. Lines like “Every breath a borrowed thread from a life that let me stay / But the real me stayed behind the night you both went away” hit with soft-spoken ache, turning five years of numb absence and loss into something strangely singable. It’s the kind of song that sneaks up on you: upbeat enough to hum along to, yet laced with that hollow-eyed realization of moving through the world long after the light went out. If you’re craving pop that dares to sit with the emptiness, this one’s worth a repeat listen.
The other night I came across this YouTube video that breaks down seven weird things our brains do every single day. Stuff like why you can’t remember anything from before you were about four years old, why one person yawning makes everyone around them start yawning too, or that annoying moment when you walk through a doorway and completely forget what you were about to do. It was equal parts fascinating and kind of creepy.
I ended up thinking about it way too much and before I knew it I was scribbling lyrics at 2 in the morning. The idea that our brains are basically running some glitchy beta version of human software really stuck with me. All those weird little bugs and workarounds we never patched. That mix of wonder and low-key existential dread turned into the song Glitch Protocol. We tried to capture that late-night “what even is reality” feeling with big choruses and that paranoid vibe about the whole simulation possibly breaking down right in front of us. Turns out the scariest glitches aren’t the ones in the code. They’re the ones that keep us running.
I’m not sure if the Glint Train is actually rolling today or not, but I hope so. It seems like some people are taking breaks from streaming, which is understandable. The song is catchy whenever!
And now the song is anywhere you stream music!
And it’s pretty awesome!
I wouldn’t be surprised if Bach was the inspiration for it in the first place.
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Yesterday, I was in the Splinterlands Tavern and there was talk of ghost beavers. Talk and gifs. It got me thinking about a ghost beavers song, and this is how it ended up. I think it sounds a bit Pinkfloydian.
Ghost beavers in the river
Chewing logs you cannot see
Building dams without a sound
Setting all the water free
You try to steer, you try to fight
Grip the paddle way too tight
But they just gnaw right through the night
Ghost beavers, ghost beavers
Let it flow… let it flow…
Trust the Ghost Beavers
They know… they know…
Trust the Ghost Beavers
Let it flow… let the water rise
Trust the Ghost Beavers
Open up your eyes
Farmer called a helper once
Ghost showed up and worked all day
But when he said “sort these potatoes”
The helper faded clean away
Too many choices, mind goes blank
Everything starts to break
Ghost beavers never think that way
They just build… they just play
Let it flow… let it flow…
Trust the Ghost Beavers
They know… they know…
Trust the Ghost Beavers
Let it flow… watch the river bend
Trust the Ghost Beavers
This is how it ends… and begins again
I don’t know… I don’t know…
And that’s okay
Ghost tail slap in the dark
Washes all the worry away
Everything is fading slow
Snow upon the sand
Let the beavers do their thing
Surrender… take my hand
Let it flow… let it flow…
Trust the Ghost Beavers
They know… they know…
Trust the Ghost Beavers
Let it flow… through the trees and me
Trust the Ghost Beavers
Set your spirit free…
Ghost beavers… ghost beavers…
Play it all night long, while you sleep. And maybe… just maybe, you’ll find that donut stargate in the morning!
So I woke up one morning and the coffee wasn’t where it’s supposed to be.
That tiny little thing threw me off. The mirror looked normal, the room was still a disaster, but something in the air just felt… off. Like I had accidentally slipped into a different version of reality.
That weird feeling turned into the song “Wrong Sim Coffee Stain.”
It’s basically about spending a full random day in an alternate timeline where a bunch of stuff is better. Jim Henson is still alive and he and his son have been making amazing stuff together for the last 40 years. Jimi Hendrix joined the Beatles back in 1973. Hollywood isn’t constantly spitting out remakes and reboots. Electricity is free. People gave up on politicians a long time ago and finally stopped falling for the same old games. No more screaming at each other online. Just regular humans talking again.
At first it feels like the best dream ever. But then you start thinking… what if I go to sleep tonight and snap back to my normal messy timeline?
Then comes the twist that hits you in the chest.
This “better” timeline was missing one important thing: my dog Stella wasn’t there. No morning zoomies, no wet nose in my face, no little collar bells ringing around the house. That one missing piece made me realize how much I’d actually miss all the imperfect stuff from my real life.
The song ends the next morning when I wake up back in my own timeline. Same coffee spot, same messy room, same chaos. And honestly? I felt grateful. The mess, the thorns, the chaos… it’s all part of what makes it home.
Good girl, Stella.
I wanted the song to have that dense, wordy Aesop Rock kind of feel. The 5th version Suno spit out somehow nailed it. There’s even this perfect little moment where the beat snaps back right when the lyrics say “snap back.” I thought it was a glitch at first, but it ended up being my favorite part.
This one feels different to me. It started as a silly “what if” idea but turned into something that actually made me think about my own life. All the stuff I complain about, the daily chaos, and the little things (like my dog) that make it worth it.
If you’ve ever wondered what it would feel like to wake up in a slightly better world and then realize you’d still miss your own mess… give this one a listen.
Woke up in the wrong simulation today
Coffee wasn’t in the same place
Mirror still showed the same face
Room still a low-rent disgrace
But the air tasted like alternate grace
Puppet strings humming in 4/4 time
Electricity free-flowing no meter no crime
You know it’s not a dream but damn if it don’t feel like one
Close your eyes tonight might snap back to the one you’re attached to son
Woke up in the wrong simulation today
You know it’s not a dream but damn
Alarm clock buzzes but the numbers glitch soft
Step into the kitchen pot’s on the wrong shelf scoff
Same scarred mug same burnt toast edge
But outside the window the world’s rewritten its pledge
Jim Henson still breathing creaking joints in the shop
Him and his son been cooking masterpieces non-stop
Forty years of felt and foam labyrinths deeper than Oz
No corporate reboot vultures picking the bones just raw
Muppets evolved not rebooted to death
Screens full of original breath no sequel fatigue theft
Jimi Hendrix slid into the Beatles in ’73
Purple haze over Abbey Road feedback symphony
Imagine the riffs that never got to be now they did
Stratocaster screaming while Paul grins like a kid
Hollywood half-asleep on fresh scripts not recycling trash
No more “part seventeen: the origin of cash”
Power lines hum free no bill in the mail
Just wild current dancing no corporate jail
Woke up in the wrong simulation today
You know it’s not a dream but damn
Wander the streets folks ain’t glued to the feed
Gave up on politicians decades ago planted new seed
Pulled the wool clean off eyes wide like owls at noon
No more red team blue team cartoon
They laugh about the old game like a bad acid trip
“Remember when we voted for clowns on a sinking ship?”
No rage-scrolling no tribal war paint
Just humans talking coffee stains on the quaint
Feels like a fever dream stitched from better cloth
But the seams hold ain’t waking up in the slop I came from not yet
Heartbeat steady but that worry gnaws the edge
What if tonight the timeline tugs the thread
Snap back to the noise the endless remake parade
The paid-for power the puppet masters unmade
Spend the day floating tasting the upgrade
Henson’s new worlds unfolding on every stage
Don’t wanna talk about it don’t wanna jinx the shift
But this timeline’s missing pieces that make my ribs lift
Here it’s too smooth too bright too resolved
Like a painting without the brushstrokes that evolved
I’d miss the grind that made the wins taste sharp
The chaotic spark that lit my particular dark
Sun dips low chasing shadows through free-watt glow
Jimi’s ghost riff still echoing from some basement show
Henson’s workshop light still burning past midnight
Son and father trading ideas in the soft delight
People walk past no signs no slogans just alive
Wool long gone no more collective hive
Crawl into bed same disgrace of a room
Close my eyes and pray the simulation don’t zoom
Next morning light hits different familiar stain on the wall
Coffee’s back in its spot mirror shows the same scrawl
This timeline I woke in had magic I can’t pack
But mine’s got the thorns that keep the roses intact
No frantic paws across the floor when I stir
No wet nose in my face no collar bells that whir
Stella wasn’t there my good girl my mess of fur and heart
The one thing this polished world tore clean apart
Gonna be okay that I can’t have it both ways stitched
Much love to everyone there in that glitch
Grateful for the day I slipped through the seam
Now back in my chaos chasing my own weird dream
It was never a dream but it felt like the best kind
Good girl Stella
Woke up in the wrong simulation today
But tomorrow’s the right one or close enough anyway
Much love to the other side
Keep the puppets dancing
Electricity free in your own way
