JUMP FOR JOY She came into my life and held my hand so gently, and somehow I couldn't resist. To feel a warm sensation through my heart and soul, I heard from folks; it seldom exists. Jump for joy, she asked me how high. how high is the moon? shining in the sky. Jump for joy, she just said: hello! how high can we get? Whilst we make love so slow? I threw my arms around my girl and kissed her lips so sincere and passionately. Snowflakes fell upon her coal black hair as nature carved its art immaculately. Jump for joy, she asked me how high? how high is the moon, shining in the sky? Jump for joy, I told her I don’t know! how high can we get? if we make love real slow? But It’s so good and so warm, it can easily be performed so come just for fun. Come together - in the sun. Since you came into my life I feel success in every little thing I do. To be or not to be is an equation not a question, you and me long-overdue. Jump for joy, she jumped really high, as high as a star’s, twinkle in the sky. Jump for joy, she just said: hello! now where can we go? so we’ll make love real slow? The forest holds its secret buried underneath the autumn leaves of a Baobab tree. The birds were tweeting simple songs about the tree which is their home, and rent is for free. Jump for joy, the birds tweet hello, check out those 2 making out below. Jump for joy, we’re in for a treat, watch these two lovers making out so sweet.. So we went to this park on a tropical Island, it had to be serene cause we were craving for some silence. Bangkok can be so noisy and it can even break the finest. Tuktuk, karaoke bars the pollution and the kindest: Loving darling…. Words and music by Vincent van Hessen

WHERE THE HIP-HOP IS SWINGIN' It was raining dogs hopping off a New York bound greyhound I saw two guys were kissing, a man was hissing: You boys ain't from around. My first impression was: this Apple's bigger than Iran. Amsterdam avenue they told me, ends way up in the Sudan. Where the hip-hop is swinging Four brothers are singing for the Lord While waiting for a train. I never knew what hit me when I saw a silver train screeching in. Them people here call it a subway, but I have never seen such a thing. I stood clear of the closing doors, a young brother started playing a beat. He told us his name is Prince, he's a drummer, his rhythm made me swaying in my seat. Where the hip-hop is swinging Four brothers are singing for the Lord. The pace of the city defies the speed of sound, can you hear a pin drop? Street performers show their case with DJ Gad on double bass, the funky music from Myspace, hey man: This is cool, this is jiving, The way you walk it's New York smiling Take a tour in Spanish Harlem Con una mamacita muy bonita, Nesecita mas dinero con un vaso de tequila, amor. Aqui la gente estan borracha. Borracha de la vida en Nueva York muchacha. Where the hip-hop is swinging Four brothers are singing for the Lord New York loves him way up 2 the brim. But occasionally he loathes himself Somehow it all adds up. Good vibration make him sing: Jump, jump up diddly, black eyed pea. Come on jump on the count of three. Jump, jump, jump up diddly, black eyed pea. Come on on the count of three. I say….

Whistle , whistle, whistle....

SUMMER SAVING TIME I was a baby, when I was born, A little creature in human form. I traveled eastbound preceded by the summer of love. A desert Inn, coffee machine, the smell of beans, a mochaccino on the rocks. It was exquisite and lush and green. I said no to drugs but something sucked me in. Summer saving time and cash. I grew a mustache, as hairy as a monkey could be. I lost in ball games, it's the musician in me. Let's make it big time...so I party away. I had no cash, I bummed around, nothing holy but my holiday. We played all summer, dancing slow with Nurit. The love around was just the sweetest treat. Summer saving time and hearts. I made it big time, the American dream. I love my ladies, I see the beauty within. In holy land slides, people fighting bad vibes. Let's live in peace, settle down, Rasta man rock the dome Jerusalem. My babies will know, true peace in their lives. No sound of gunshots, no more stabbing knives. Summer saving time and souls. Word and music by Vincent van Hessen

Smile at Life Your hair is red, the eyes are grey. Like a flaming pie, it leads me in your way. Angelic face, stares into space, to catch a glimpse. Of Venus in haze. It’s written in the heart of every child. Some tales with funny twists like Oscar Wilde. Play truth or dare, y’all seemed so scared. To grab that dog, and wave it by it’s tail. Now look at me, I’m family. It’s but a little dog and some killer whale. It’s written in the heart of every child. Some tales with funny twists like Oscar Wilde. I wanna tell you, I wanna tell gemini: life's no picnic. It's fun it can be done, under the sun and love is...Good. Y’all be so cool, coming home from school. Where you learn to read, about loopholes and it’s rules. Well you can’t do this, but you can do that. Just bend the rules, so mice will chase some cats. (but let me tell you this: it can be bliss, take it step by step just as it is.) You tell me love, most sincerely, life's a white beach: The palms, the coconuts, the soothing warmth, Sometimes it storms...Oooooooooo Smile again, smile at life for me. Smile and... Sing like no one can hear you. Love, like you've never been hurt. Dance like noone is watching and feel the blue notes. Live, heaven is on earth. Swim, grab a wave and surf Walk like you own the street, but be discreet Patience is bliss, your mind is at peace. Your troubles may cease. True to yourself, now smile, you’re alive. Words and music by: Vincent van Hessen

FACEBOOK GENERATION Loading up some pixels on my profile and I like it. A party friday evening, I’m not going, but I’m invited :-) Nikki-Bo just tagged me in a picture in pink pyjamas. I share with the lot, the people who are hot, check in on my ex and post: I LOVE YOU... NOT :-) Facebook generation. Friend request your sister, while you’re @ it your mama 2. Join a good cause, ‘cause everyone does, a billion souls online awaiting an applause. Another share of a kitten in a boot. Socialite media will connect you with your roots. Feel me my brother, the net is watching you, it could spy on you but then again, and again and again, it’s just a game: Facebook generation. She is sweet sixteen tomorrow, it’s a reason for a party. Project X surprised her with a mob sipping bacardi. Small-scale celebration was passed to more than 30,000. The Riot police, charging the kids about 20 arrests, some people plead: Let us rid. Facebook generation. It’s a lot like ancient Egypt if you really think about it. Scribing on walls, we worship funny cats, delete if we don’t like it. Another sleazy comment to a jolly Eastern wisdom. Facebook is our life, a surrogate wife, we could unfriend you like we did Vincent Vega, who post that spam, or was it Jules Winnfield: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil man. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and finder of lost children And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee." Facebook generation. “I love the lord and if loving the lord is wrong... I don’t wanna be right” Coming to America. Live free of fear and hate, remember you’re the master of your fate, so sign up to: Facebook generation. Wprds and music by Vincent van Hessen .

AN EVENING IN LIFE (Soft porno song) Yo my man he called as he came, a playboy at large looking for a dame. He yelled: "Fuck, this is my lucky day...I'm the coolest ever, looking for a lay" The lady at the counter was about 5 foot, a Gucci overcoat and a pair of Nazi boots. She looked fine, fact!! She blew him out of his mind, with her bosom. The pussy inside him made him squeal like a pig, in his own review, he's up for the gig. "Stronger then a bulldog, yummy yummy! I scent your presence, with the lovin' in my tummy". A funny remark, but she was busy tasting honey...from her lunch BOX. A respectable lady isn't easy to pick, some guys live a life and follow their dicks. Tarantino said: a dick cuts in deep like a surgeon, Hence the true meaning of the song 'Like a virgin'. Grab it, take it, you only live once, a soul in the flesh and here is a chance. Body language talking, sex in the air, just didn't seem to bother her, she couldn't really care, as if he's a horse and she a wild mare, in heat. A twinkle in her eyes made him horny, cry and sing a James Brown remix, a loop of 'sex machine'! Didn't mean a thing...pumping up adrenaline, so he would have: The courage to speak, smelling her cheek, J'adore Dior et L'Oréal lipstick, he said: "Mademoiselle, vous êtes très chic". that's when he heard a ring-tone. "Take care my child", his mama on the line. With the newest I-phone, but the timing is all wrong...hello. "Take care my son, you're my first born one". "On an evening in life...", I am having fun, mama. Hanging up... An hour or two, give or take, he loves 'em rare, like a juicy steak from a Chinese take away named Sue Jing Fong. Under her skirt, she wore a blue thong. His place on 42nd, impressed her pretty much. His accent though, it could have been Dutch. Talking old school channel 2, rerunning Brady Bunch, yes I&I, we is coming to the crunch. The miracle of love, preceded by a brunch of Blueberry pancakes. He entered her body @ half past twelve, a multiple orgasm, pleased herself. The rubber is a nuisance, diminishing joy, The dame apparently, cum laude boy toy, She was sucking and puffing and sweating away, the art of making love with pink fluffy handcuffs. It's like a dream, it screams and all that stuff, The neighbour's Poodle sang a goofy bark, an annoying yap, this canines trademark : "waff, waff, waff!!" Her pussy cat meows as it munched the kosher hot-dog, Animal lust filled the water in the bathtub. Rubbing her breasts, she said: "I'm in the mood. I wanna give you head, let me taste your manhood!". Fondling her nakedness, so drunken of love. Her every inch queen, her skin so soft. Opposite sex, while she's on top, they just fucked nonstop: "Take care my child", his mama called again With the newest I-phone, but her timing: still wrong. "Take care my son, you're my first born one" "On an evening in a life..." "I want a grandson..." Words and music by Vincent van Hessen

"The House Of The Rising Sun" There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one