Technum Opus

Pretty gold skin with the calcium faded
Cheese with no holes, I’m a moon with no craters
Curling on the side, I’m a packet of Quavers
I’m a pretty boy mean fuck Messi it’s Neymar

Blue blood lizard with a tongue-twist cold
Green skin girl but she don’t fuck with gold
Stars on the charter when she breaks the mold
Mold sun-kissed clay into ancient old
Blue blood lizard with a tongue-twist cold 
Green skin girl but she don’t fuck with gold

Golden Globe actress says she’s going for platinum
That’s Mars and the stars straight staring at Saturn 

Gold chains clash with a silver pendant
(Gold chains clash with a silver pendant)
Golden Globe actress says she’s going for platinum 
That’s Mars and the stars straight staring at saturn
Gold chains clash with a silver pendant

Thunderbolt yellow on a worn-out top
Pretty ears glistening with chemical rocks 
Amber gem-gripped with a Marlboro shot
Vastness of minds when the ice-pick drops 

(Gold chains clash with a silver pendant)
Gold chains clash with a silver pendant

Blue blood lizard with a tongue-twist cold
Green skin girl but she don’t fuck with gold
Stars on the charter when she breaks the mold
Mold sun-kissed clay into ancient old
Blue blood lizard with a tongue-twist cold 
Green skin girl but she don’t fuck with gold

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Written & produced by Solen Gold
Vocals by Marques Monteiro
Artwork by Theo Larsen

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Technum Opus

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(I set it to silent,)
(So I miss the call)
I set it to silent,
So I miss the call
Violence through blindness
The risk of the fall
I know the value 
Of faulty control
Forget the price; 
The midnight toll
For getting something 
Worth my time
Swapping my limes
For clementines

Clarity cost him an eye
Cavity clear of disguise
Battery, vermin, surprise
Moonlight now wringing his spine

Images under the bench
Dark is beginning to stench
Fill it with drops from my brain
Gums decomposing the pain
Fill it with drops once again

(Waves getting loud)
(Lungs puffing out)
(Hands pressing down)
(Shove me around)
(Punching his mouth)
(Teeth on the ground)
Waves getting loud
Lungs puffing out
Hands pressing down
Shove me around
Punching his mouth
Teeth on the ground

Do you know how much my fucking teeth cost?

(I caught the bastard)
(More hooked than the cutter)
(It’s sharper than mustard)
(Swallow up custard)

I caught the bastard
More hooked than the cutter
It’s sharper than mustard
Swallow up custard
Evening’s just started
A thousand clicks shutter
The words that I mutter
Squirrel squeaks: “nutter”

(Punching his mouth)
(Teeth on the ground)
(Waves getting loud)
(Lungs puffing out)
(Hands pressing down)
(Shove me around)
(Punching his mouth)
(Teeth on the ground)
Waves getting loud
Lungs puffing out
Hands pressing down
Shove me around
Punching his mouth
Teeth on the ground

Do you know how much my fucking teeth cost?

(Stomach burning break)
(Towards me turn towards me)
(Hold your cuff with my hand)

The puff of discovery
(We waste the day,)
The hiss of the cut
(you shape me like clay)
Worms in my hand
(Taste the same)
Pelt in my gut
(you taste always the same)
Tearing a lung
(Stomach burning break)
Tear him a new one
(Towards me turn towards me)
Pick up the pieces of a lonely son
(Hold your cuff with my hand) 

The puff of discovery,
The hiss of the cut
Worms in my hand, 
Pelt in my gut
Tearing a lung, 
Tear him a new one
Pick up the pieces of a lonely son
Smear on the ground 
Reminds me of I
Burning bush breathless 
Clogs up my eye
Passion is likely more precious than sleep
Stomp on the powder beneath my feet

(Passion is likely more precious than sleep)
(Fuck!)

(Waves get-)
(Waves get-)
(Waves get-)
(Waves get-)

Waves getting loud
Lungs puffing out
Hands pressing down
Shove me around
Punching his mouth
Teeth on the ground

Fuck!

A cynic knows the price of everything 
And the value of nothing 
I am an optimist,
So I forget the cost of what-could-be
The light at the end of the tunnel is too far
But there’s dirt above 
I’ll dig straight up

Written & produced by Solen Gold
Vocals by Marques Monteiro
Artwork by Theo Larsen

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Return To Brain

Technum Opus instrumental mix

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Technum Opus (instrumental)

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Do you know how much my f*cking teeth cost?

Solen Gold is an electronic music duo comprised of Marques Monteiro and Theo Larsen. Return To Brain is our second single. An exploration of the balance between aggression and sexuality that unfolds during a fight, and the pleasure/power that emerge in the late night. 

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A cynic knows the price of everything 
And the value of nothing 
I am an optimist,
So I forget the cost of what-could-be
The light at the end of the tunnel is too far
But there’s dirt above 
I’ll dig straight up

Produced by Theo Larsen
Mastered by Philip Larsen

Return To Brain (instrumental)

My past is defined, my future is denied, my present is a lie. 

Watch the music video here! -> youtube.com/watch?v=pJjfQ-jgpLY&t=112s

This is a record that was put together from an old instrumental that Theo made which Marques recorded lyrics for in one take, late one night after a spark of inspiration. The song tells a singular story of disappointment, set to the backdrop of live improv on an analog Juno-60 and some experimentation with piano samples. The short film accompanying it takes headlines, adverts, obituaries, photos and schematics from the Arizona news archives to display a particular theology - man plans, God laughs (or as you might have it, man proposes and God disposes. It's about control, or a lack thereof) - that gets built up, quite simply, from a few stories. 

Ice of Waves
Waves of Ice
Waves of ice break through absolute zero
Capes this size will crack the hero
Thunder of rain spits at my face
Blunder with pain sticks like clay
Mayday mayday may
Here comes the day
Break through my skin so it becomes permanent
Cold of rain cuts through the firmament
Wrist shattered to the ligament
That's forever

Iron pours down my funny bone
Sweetheart was on the fucking phone
Sweetheart was on the phone
Reel in so you can hook it
Finish the bottle so you can book it
It was mine so I took it
Uncharted territory imprinted on my map
Another bus ride so I can slip into my bed
And think about it again
Her warm in embrace
I can brace the pain
I forgot to still love her

Flowers bloom, seeds germinate
Water on my face
Speakers boom, fleas are on my plate
All of the Earth breaks
Freaks gloom, tears are all the same
Loss of my favourite mate
I put my knees together to block out the moon
The stars can now see my eyes

I take her back
It's a comeback
My past is defined
My future is denied
My present is a lie and
Fuck, it's a choice for now
It's not me who will face the brunt of the pain
Fit to be the one based as the cunt in the rain
She will pick up the call
But I will deny it
A whole new automobile
I know I can fly it
Clearness of mind when I empty the stock
One of a kind the loss of a son
I hope my father will stop
To look at the gravestone, I-

Bob, I carry around sediment
I wanna know the difference between feelings and sentiment
Every feeling is so deep it's a sentiment
Capes this size will crack the hero
Thunder of rain spits at my face
Blunder with pain sticks like clay
Mayday mayday may
Here comes the fucking day!
Break through my skin so it becomes permanent
Cold of rain cuts through the firmament
Wrist shattered to the ligament
That's forever

Iron pours down my funny bone
Sweetheart was on the phone
Reel in so you can hook it
Finish the bottle so you can book it
It was mine so I took it

Flowers bloom, seeds germinate
Water on my face
Speakers boom, fleas are on my plate
All of the Earth breaks
Freaks gloom, tears are all the same
Loss of my favourite mate
I put my knees together to block out the moon
The stars can now see my eyes
I take her back
It's a comeback
My past is defined
My future is denied
My present is a lie and
Fuck, it's a choice for now
It's not me who will face the brunt of the pain

Clearness of mind when I empty the stock
One of a kind the loss of a son
I hope my father will stop
To look at the gravestone
I carry around sediment
I wanna know the difference between feelings and sentiment
Every feeling is so deep it's a sentiment

Waves of ice break through absolute zero
Thunder of rain spits at my face
Blunder with pain sticks like clay
Mayday mayday may-

Waves of ice break through absolute zero

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Waves Of Ice

ELECTRONIC MUSIC FROM THEO LARSEN AND MARQUES MONTEIRO

london // berlin

Cinematic techno, post-club, experimental pop

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