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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Edgar Phœte Wien, Austria

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...
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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: Stylish Freddy (According to The Bionic Triamese Sisters)
Music & Lyrics: Phœte
Voices: The Bionic Triamese Sisters

Stylish Freddy, Stylish Freddy (countless times)

He rose from nowhere
But she’s out there
And it’s pam pam pam.

He’s got a boozer
But don’t lose her
‘Cuz she’s pam pam pam

He’s a little boaster
So don’t fool her
‘Cuz she’s pam pam pam

(Wie Sprechgesang)
Mid-night train is ap-proaching
And it’s ma-king up for sleep
You’ll be clee-ver than a thief
Close your ears and cross the Ssh-tyx!
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
Alto & Tenor Saxophones: Adrian Hanack

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!
Track Name: I Must Be A Robot Chair
Music & Lyrics: Phœte
Voices: Lost

I can be a ladder.
I can be an unknown painter.
I can be a preacher.
I can be a wobbly tower.

I can be a freak show
I can be a purple rainbow.
I can be a jigsaw.
I can be a beautiful travelo.


[CHORUS]
But I must be a robot chair.
I must be a robot chair.
I must be a robot chair.
I must be a chair
(I must be a robot)


I can be a pervert doll
I can be an endless jungle.
I can be your muddle.
I can be a fallen angel.

I can be an actress.
I can be a traveling circus.
I can be a walrus.
I can be a forgotten princess.


[CHORUS x2]


[x8]
Ro-bot
Ro-bot chair


[CHORUS x2]
Track Name: My Little Thought
Music & Lyrics: Phœte
Voice: Stylish Freddy

J'avais un passé comme s'il en pleuvait
And I was afraid by the birds of prey.
Then you just arrived on a single day,
I still wonder why did I never pray.

This is a story of my soul! My relief.

You grew as I knew that you will not stay.
I'll never forget when you went away.
Whispering few last words that I couldn't hear
And then you just said that you run away.

Now I feel alone and so desperate.
No one warms my soul when it's cold and blank!
Si j'avais su je ne t'aurais jamais aimé !
At least, I know why I will never pray.


Please don't be haughty!
Please don't be silly!
Would you be mine you my little thought?

Don't be so sorry!
Please be sehr rough-ly!
You will be mine you my little thought.
Track Name: Journey into a Castrato's dream (Vorspiel)
Music: Phœte, Rachmaninov
Track Name: Journey into a Castrato's dream
Music & Lyrics: Phœte, Rachmaninov
Voice: Stylish Freddy

I. The Super-Ego’s Awakening
Tout semble être comme un rêve.
Everything seems like a dream.
Überall ist wie ein Traum.

De mes songes suis-je naufragé ?
Das ist doch lächerlich!
No wait that cannot be real

Here must end eternity
What else could it be?
Wind is dancing with despair

I’m losing lucidity
I feel something drear
Mais qu’aperçois-je au-delà ?

II. Inner fears

Ciel, Evil roams!
Is that you Kaligan?

* Whispers and incantations of the Biogenic Conjoined Triplets *

III. Blaring ode to a lost hero

Siegfried, please help me!
My lord, rescue me!
He conspires,
He’s a liar,
Once he knows, it’ll be dire.
Siegfried, please help me!
My lord, rescue me!
Siegfried, save me from mob and monstrosities!

IV. Until regrets fade away

Non jamais tu ne m’abandonnerais
Même si l’arbre où nous nous sommes aimés
Now is tarrying,
May fly our leaves,
Where dawn and dusk cry,
Where crowns and busts die,
Inevitably…

Dismays move away
Regrets fade away
You promised the passion
You left it and never forgave!

V. Romantisch Impromptu
Ich hab’ im Traum geweint
Du lägest in dem Grab.
Wenn Himmel Flügel haben
Damit bin ich eine Träne.

Non ! nous ne nous reverrons jamais
Tes baisers envolés, lessivés!
Die Bilder sind verblüht,
Vom deinem Fenster klingt
Leis‘ das Lied von Tot und Freud.

VI. Hope and Circumstance

Les lys sur notre lit
Des roses d’outre-tombe
Et dans ces miroirs
La lumière dévoile
Plus que mes mémoires
Siegfried c’est toi !
Non c’est Kaligan !
Rien d’autre que moi !
(Screaming)

VII. The Fall

No, I’ll never hear again
Your secrets, all arcane,
Buried in nowhere places
Kali! That’s not your fault! it wasn’t your!
That’s all my fault, it wasn’t your.

Überall ist wie ein Traum.
Everything seems like a dream.

Here must end my fantasies
Where else could it be?
Wind stopped waltzing with despair

I’m losing lucidity
Mountains are giving way
Farewell clairvoyance
Désirs à outrance
Les portes se balancent !

But real life is nothing else but a dream
A real dream whose you’ll never fall asleep