Midnight Jazz - version 1.1

Punching Bag (G. Di Nunno)

I looked inside my heart, found it wasn't cold
My head feels quite heavy from bullshit I've been sold
The longer that I gaze, listen to advice
All well-meant with feeling while trying to be nice.

I'm holding all the keys, money down the sink
A beat-down and losing before I even blink
Be positive and smile--Oh, for goodness sake!
I'll stay put and wallow; that's one thing they won't take!

Understand I have to vent
Nothing more than let it out
Sailing smooth a boat comes first
Mine has holes and nothing worse
Than feeling like a punching bag!

Learn to duck
A step a move
Take a punch
Counter strike!
Get knocked down
Get back up
Feel the rage
Knockout blow!
Start the count
Raise my arm
Victory!

In every life you'll wear the dirt
Bear the scratches and the scars
Favored odds with dramatic tales
Doused the flames beneath the stars.

Battered about by endless storms
Credit earned--the grounds soon dry
Yes it's true that it all works out
Look back just to wave good-bye!

All lyrics and music composed and performed by Gino Di Nunno
Any mistakes discovered were left in on purpose.
Copyright 2025.

#1. Punching Bag

Until The Distance (G. Di Nunno)

When all was well the times were filled
Close together, a love in bloom
You gave it all as life stepped in
Chipping pieces, stagnant room.

So hard to guess where all went wrong
Little things weren't seen as clear
Within that span connection waned
Slowly losing what held here.

Once that spark has fizzled out
The cups are empty, nothing left
Subtle changes, grew apart
Until the distance swallows it.

Recall the effort, what mattered most
Talked for hours, laughed and teased
Remember when you felt as one?
Knew the meaning, aimed to please?

The fall was slow each day some more
Taking short-cuts, habits born
Her interest fades and knows not how
Time to move on, past to mourn.

All these small things added up
And why you stopped them, reasons dry
Now she's checked out, cleaned her hands
Until the distance made here cry.

No words would bring her back again
Left before she laid it bare
She knew well why; one part is sure
Let her go though you still care.

All lyrics, composition, and performance by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2025.

#2. Until The Distance

a gift from god (r.s.stropharia + rassmuss rassmussen) 24.01.2025

🎶 Tension Release Protocol (Click Me Again)
by Auditory Ecstasy
Produced by Eagle Bradley Productions LLC | June 2025

🧠💥 Have you aligned your core lately?

This synth-soaked pop gem blends early 80s new wave grooves, tongue-in-cheek lyricism, and a euphoric obsession with spinal adjustment. A pulsing rhythm mirrors the click-pop of vertebrae in motion — and maybe, just maybe, the alignment of something deeper.

💬 Lyrics full of double meanings
🌀 Beats designed to unwind you
⚡ Hooks you’ll want to click again

A satirical love story. A rhythmic spinal fantasy. A new AE protocol.
Press play... and exhale.

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Genre Tags: #SynthPop #NewWave #AltPop #RetroBop #ChiropracticAnthem #AuditoryEcstasy #AE2025
For fans of: strong hooks, smart satire, and accidental spinal romance.

Tension Release Protocol (Click Me Again)

A deep house track constructed around a series of samples to keep things grooving.

A Deeper Feeling

Written, performed, mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Featuring my daughter, Lydia Matamoros-Lapp.
Beat by Auditory Ecstasy https://soundcloud.com/auditory-ecstasy, remixed by Cozmo Jethro.
Album art created in Image Creator by Microsoft Designer and Canva.

Hit it Dad!

Mannn another summer down.
In the Pacific Northwest we go to town.
Summer 25 revive what we does.
Next installment of the summer that was. 

It started, I DJed my first wedding.
Then DJ Real visited from Australia.
Traveled to Chicago, college visit for Lydia.
Crissy’s birthday bash ha ha aw yea!

11th wedding anniversary at a mansion.
A family member passed way too young.
All summer me and Nasty collaboration.

Now sit back relax, take a trip with us.
Me and Lydia flippin the rhymes.
Let’s relive this summer one more time.

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Summer started, DJed my first wedding.
Crissy’s friend Jennifer marrying Urlet.
I ran the console and played the jams.
Up in that church, we rocked it, dayam!

The next day DJ Real from Australia.
Here in the flesh, and lemme tell ya.
He traveled with his daughter to the West Coast.
Hung with us in Portland, chillin the most.

Comraderie of one of my favorite collaborators.
Was immediate and we bonded to the beat.
Then off to Chicago the very next week.
Dropped Lydia off at college 2 weeks.

Then in Chicago we stayed with great friends.
From way back when, Mike and Randee, aw yea!

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

50 Years my wife has been live.
Had a bash at Skate Haven Farm, that’s fly.
Elle and her band, came and rocked the house.
The Hidden Gems, yo, lit it up, wow!

Our friends and fam, party on our property.
Unforgettable 50th birthday.

Whole fam went to Seattle to say goodbye,
To a family member, celebrate his life.
He was cut short at 49 years old.
Rest in peace Curtis Paris, you lived life bold.

Then came me and Crissy’s wedding anniversary.
At a mansion like g g g g Gatsby.
17000 square feet to ourselves,
Aint gonna say what happened, but dayam, welllll.

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

So 2025 was the summer that was.
Sayin goodbye to fam.
Celebratin milestones.
Celebratin life as we all get older.
Live up every summer until it’s over!

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Summer 2025. Yea.
Me and Lydia getting live!

The Summer That Was 2025 (feat. Lydia) (Prod. Auditory Ecstasy)

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