Last Apple On The Tree

Walk around the city in the daytime

Black Forest

Do you know there is a place on the outskirts of town that no one goes near?
Not that there are any ghost stories, but everyone avoids the place.

Let's meet up in the Black Forest.
At the darkest place of there.

Even on a deathly hot summer day, it is said to be much cooler there.
Some people say they saw old shrines or abandoned buildings.

Let's meet up in the Black Forest.
Be careful not to get lost.

We sometimes toy with the notion of an afterlife.
It is not a religion, but a story.

It is said that there are rare insects and high priced plants there.
Anyone from this city must have known about the place since childhood.

Let's meet up in the Black Forest.
At the darkest place of there.

Let's meet up in the Black Forest.
Be careful not to get lost.

Do you know how to get there?

Black Forest

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■概要(Overview)
夢で見た！
I saw it in a dream!

■歌詞
「秋の月見会」

内緒話　しているように
いくつもの影がほら
ひそひそと楽しそうだ

見上げた　星空
月明かりの下で揺られて

静かに浮かぶ　無数の小舟
秋の月見会

胸がときめくような夜は
そうさ　こんな夜さ


参加してる　人たちの
小舟とすれ違って
優しく挨拶するのさ

水面に浮かぶ　無数の小舟
秋の月見会

心の奥に忘れていたものは
こんな場面さ

誰もが持っている
ほんの少しの
優しさに触れてみたいな

心躍る夜



■Lyrics
"Autumn Moon Viewing Party"

Look, there are many shadows whispering and having fun

Looking up at the starry sky

Swaying under the moonlight

Countless small boats floating quietly

Autumn Moon Viewing Party

A night that makes your heart flutter

Yes, it's a night like this

Passing by the boats of the people who are participating

Greeting each other kindly

Countless small boats floating on the water

Autumn Moon Viewing Party

What I had forgotten deep in my heart

A scene like this

I want to touch the little bit of kindness that everyone has

A night that makes my heart flutter

Autumn moon viewing party(秋の月見会)

"Richtung Smoke"

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Falling For You (Feat. DKTG)

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

Transformation (2024)

Leon Azora - City Nights

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by Leon Azora

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Walk around the city in the daytime

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