Edgar Phœte's Remaining Signals

by Edgar Phœte

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Edgar Phœte was born on November 25, 1900. He was a renowned pioneer in new means of telecommunication, an ondes Martenot player and an unsuccessful writer.

One night he started receiving bizarre signals broadcasted from nowhere and a bit further.
Nobody's ever figured out what they were about so far.
Here are some records being restored by Our Organization.


Our Organization is disinterring very old signals found here and there in order to restore them and bring them to light.
Our Organization thinks all the answers are under our nose but nobody could have squinted enough yet to get them unveiled. Thus according to Our Organization crossed eyes own this world's keys.
Our Organization aims to widen the spectrum of truth, to bring it within anybody's reach and to see what happens.
Our Organization doesn't really know what to say but strongly proclaims everything should be seen.

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released 25 March 2025

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about

Edgar Phœte was born on November 25, 1900. He was a renowned pioneer in new means of telecommunication, an ondes Martenot ... more player and an unsuccessful writer.

One night he started receiving bizarre signals broadcasted from nowhere and a bit further.
Nobody's ever figured out what they were about so far.
Here are some records being restored by Our Organization... less

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Track Name: Pavane ondulatoire
Music: Phœte

Ondule comme l'alfange,
Telle est la mécanique,
La mécanique de l'ange,
La mécanique de l'ange.
Oui mais quand on y pense !

Ondule comme l'alfange,
Telle est la mécanique,
La mécanique de l'ange,
La mécanique de l'ange,
Oui mais tout de même quand on y pense !
Track Name: Telephone me
Music & Lyrics: Phœte
Voices: Marita Vangen Bratteteig, Kaligan, Stylish Freddy

Telephone me
I can't wait here 'til my old days
Among candles and old portraits
About to fade away
Telephone me

Telephone me
Just one word I could save
Instead of believin'
You'd better run away
Telephone me


At night I feel worried
Flooded by old memories.
All those stories
And all your glories
You may never tell
(In the meantime Kaligan says)
In the shadow we all know
Nobody has ever grown
For the stars those want to aim
Into dust they'll be aflame.
He might be faint, almost dead.
Keep your pain and abdicate.

But you are not alone
You'll find your way back home
Across the winds
And across the tears
Never change your way.


Telephone me
I can't stand here 'til my last day
Surrounded by dismays
That will not move away
Telephone me

Telephone me
Forgive me but I can't stare
At all your broken dreams
Leave your wings away and
Telephone me
Track Name: I'm peacefool (but I'm boring)
Music & Lyrics: Phœte
Voice: Stylish Freddy

I stray during one night
Across a livin' light
And see


I'm peacefool
but I'm boring
I'm peacefool
and it's cool

I'm peacefool
and I'm woring
I'm peacefool
but it's true


(Speaking)
You know, I was a man for a long years
But life was so tired
So I tried to change

(Singing again)
But a fool, is not a fool right here
And I've been so glad to hear
Life!


I'm peacefool
but I'm boring
I'm peacefool
and it's cool

I'm peacefool
and I'm woring
I'm peacefool
but it's true


(unintelligible German)

But it's...
true!
Track Name: Papayu!
Music & Lyrics: Phœte
Voice: Papayel, Papayu

Papayel:
In the past there's no doubt you weren't the last.
Neither bet nor drink you would have lost.
You were known for being a sweet talker.
Together we went through many small plots.

Papayu?
Where are you?
Papayu?

For God's Sake, why did you steal my trinkets?
I told you they were mine and not to share.
In the rage I grasped you like any prey.
And your head tumbled off into your grave.

Papayu?
I killed you!
Papayu!


Come Papayu.
Come... Papayu.


Now old friend I cannot go anywhere.
Without you there's no Rome nor Tumbunktu.
Listlessness has never reached such summits.
And up there, everything does looks so bland.

Sacrifice I must say I'd ever thought.
But down there, suffering is well enough.
From my soul I implore whoever Christ.
May this spell, bring you there and give you life...


Oh!
Oh look at that!

Papayu...
It's...
You?!

My fellow Papayu, Papayu...
It's you!


Papayu:
Papayel choleric and pig-headed.
I'm back here and won't make endless stories.
Poor idiot you've betrayed every promise.
For your pride disdain's what you'll only get.

Papayel?

Papayel:
Papayu?

(together)
Papayu:
Papayel?
Papayel:
Papayu?

Papayu:
And I'm leavi-ii-ing...


(Papayel gromling)


Papayel:
Papayu!