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“Queens” is the first single from Carver Commodore’s second LP. The song is about and for anyone who has felt marginalized or held down by the people who make decisions.

Production, Engineering, & Synth by Brendan St. Gelais

Mixing & Mastering by Chris Bethea

Drums & Percussion by Noah Freeman

Electric Guitar by Phillip Blevins

Keys by Clayton Christopher

Vocals, Electric guitar, Organ, Bass, Artwork, & Song by Payton Ray Pruitt

Queens

Reform

Small Talk

Is This Real

In Your Prime

Written/Arranged/Produced: Heir
Mixed: Hugo M. Hardy
Mastered: Carl Rosamond

Hotel Sleep Well

The new single from London dream-pop outfit Firestations, following on from their Automatic Tendencies project which saw three experimental EPs, and accompanying art collections, released from August 2020 to Summer 2021.

This new track is a melancholy meditation on young love and doomed romance, arriving just in time for the Christmas party season.

With trademark intertwined vocals from Mike and Laura, it also features special guest Neil Walsh (Smoke Fairies, Videocean, Shattercones) on viola, as well as a rare, scorched-earth guitar solo (like a frustrated dad going epic in a guitar shop) from the band’s lead guitarist Martin (who is not a dad).

For fans of emotional alt-country - think Sparklehorse, John Cale, Wilco, Jessica Lea Mayfield, Neil Young, Herman Dune, Sharon Van Etten - albeit selectively filtered through refined (repressed) British sensibilities.

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There Must Be Something More

Berlin Nights is a dark, seductive cabaret‑style song set in 1920s Berlin. It follows a world of smoky bars, chipped champagne glasses, tango doorways, whispered deals, and fleeting lovers. The city is portrayed as decadent, dangerous, and irresistibly alive — a place where people trade names, futures, and desires for a moment of warmth or thrill. The narrator moves through alleys, dance halls, and backrooms, witnessing secrets, betrayals, and the fragile glamour of a society dancing on the edge. When morning comes, everything dissolves into dust, only to be reborn again at dusk.

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[Title: Berlin Nights]  
[BPM: slow, swaying]  
[Mood: dark cabaret; sultry, dangerous]

[Intro]  
Under gaslight, the city exhales,  
Silk and cigarette ash on the rails.  
A gramophone coughs a crooked tune,  
We trade our sins beneath a jaundiced moon.

[Verse A]  
Velvet heels on cobblestone, a whisper and a laugh,  
Champagne in chipped crystal, a lover’s photograph.  
Eyes like contraband, smiles that bargain time,  
We barter warmth for danger, we sell the night in rhyme.

[Verse B]  
Tango in the doorway, a hand that never stays,  
Perfume like a secret, a ledger of malaise.  
The band plays minor keys for hearts that won’t confess,  
We learn the art of leaving, we practice tenderness.

[Pre‑Chorus]  
Smoke curls like a promise, fingers trace the glass,  
Names are cheap as tickets, futures come to pass.

[Chorus]  
Berlin nights, you wear your sins like lace,  
Spin me slow, then vanish without a trace.  
Berlin nights, the city hums and sighs,  
We drink the dark and dance beneath your lies.

[Bridge]  
Footsteps in the alley, a laugh that turns to hush,  
Reflections in the puddles, a shadow’s hurried crush.  
Promises like paper, folded, burned, and tossed,  
We keep the music playing while the rest is lost.

[Verse C]  
Ladies with lacquered secrets, men with trembling hands,  
A toast to ruined futures, to the houses built on sand.  
The mirror shows a stranger, the mirror shows a throne,  
We crown the night with longing, then wake up all alone.

[Verse D]  
Backroom whispers, velvet doors, a ledger and a key,  
Coins beneath the table buy a borrowed ecstasy.  
Silk slips from shoulders, laughter turns to steam,  
We trade our names for moments, we sell the sweetest dream.

[Chorus]  
Berlin nights, you wear your sins like lace,  
Spin me slow, then vanish without a trace.  
Berlin nights, the city hums and sighs,  
We drink the dark and dance beneath your lies.

[Reprise]  
Berlin nights, hold me close, then let me go,  
Berlin nights, we burn too bright to ever know.

[Coda]  
When morning claws the curtains, the laughter turns to dust,  
We fold our coats and memories, betrayals and our trust.  
But when the dusk returns again, we’ll find our old delight —  
To meet, to drink, to dance, to drown in Berlin nights.

© 2026 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

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