From the recording Spin Spin Dizzy


by Al Rose © 2016 Wheel See Music (ASCAP)

The tale is told / A dead man lingered
Haunted by a joyful gift
Until his love shall die and join him
He clings to jubilation’s grip

I saw her face across the meadow
A story told in lover’s lips
The arrow hit below the shoulder
Pierced by jubilation’s grip

Just before I reached the clearing
Punctured by a venom tip
A snake’s revenge can last a lifetime
Stung by jubilation’s grip

Morning starts with heavy patterns
Then lightning strikes above the wrist
After midnight cooling embers
Glow like jubilation’s grip

Finger tips are green with envy
Nail biters cracking whips
This moment might just last forever
Tight as jubilation’s grip

Try to find a single witness
Who turns away and can’t resist
The warm embrace of glowing embers
Hot as jubilation’s grip


I felt the joy slip from my fingers
And wings alone won’t save this trip
Life alone will cling to living
Sweet as jubilation’s grip

A sailor’s time is drawn and quartered
From wave to wave on battered ship
The storm will hit when most it matters
Sunk by jubilation’s grip

Clap your hands to snap the pressure
Sink it like a cargo ship
One by one the stars are falling
Bright as jubilation’s grip

I taste the rain and drink the summer
With each regret a moment slips
Haunted by the speed of light
That reaches jubilation’s grip

Every man and every woman
Humbled by a fatal slip
Reaching out for steady footing
Saved by jubilation’s grip

I raise a glass to every glass
After prayers, the wine is sipped
Harvesting the river water
That flows like jubilation’s grip

I close my eyes and reach for silence
And dream the dream the dust cloud drifts
Slowly floating to your arms
Sleep is jubilation’s grip
Sleep is jubilation’s gift
Sleep is jubilation’s grip