Yellow Fever Psalm
Jocelyn Pook Lyrics


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Raor ti nihtiw selag ytrof dnA,
Erom ro not a hgiew lliw daeh ruoY,
Sgniw dna snif dna snroh dna swalc htiW,
Sgniht dlotnu fo etsat lliw htuom ruoY,
Maes ertnec eht kaerts ytsur A,
Maerc deldruc ekil leef eugnot ruoY,
Worb ruoy pmalc lliw sdnab norI,
Won morf syad net tuoba nI,
Seye wolleY,




Revef eht evah ot gniog era uoY.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Jocelyn Pook's song Yellow Fever Psalm are poetic and mysterious. They begin with a phrase that seems to be written backwards: "Anf torgy lase with night or". But when you read it forward, it says "Roar in the night with flags of Troy, and more not a wight will head your dae." This line seems to suggest that the singer is experiencing some kind of battle or conflict, and that he or she is trying to communicate with someone else who is also involved in this struggle. The next line is "With claws and fins and horns and claws will hunt your most subtle things of old." This seems to suggest that the singer is being hunted or pursued by some kind of creature or enemy, and that they are trying to evade capture by using their wits and cunning.


The next line is "A rusty stake of center same trees emerge." This line is more abstract, and it's difficult to say exactly what it means. It could be a reference to the fact that even in the midst of conflict and turmoil, nature continues to grow and thrive. The next line is "Your tongue gone leek fee luge." This line is even more mysterious, and it's hard to decipher its meaning. It could relate to the idea that the singer's ability to communicate has been compromised or weakened in some way.


Overall, the lyrics to Yellow Fever Psalm are poetic and enigmatic. They suggest a sense of conflict and danger, but also a persistence and resilience in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Raor ti nihtiw selag ytrof dnA,
And forth gales with it air in it arO, (The wind carries on it the scent of an approaching storm)


Erom ro not a hgiew lliw daeh ruoY,
Your head has willed a high tower or more, (You have set a high goal for yourself)


Sgniw dna snif dna snroh dna swalc htiW,
With it claws and horns and fins and wings,


Sgniht dlotnu fo etsat lliw htuom ruoY,
Your mouth will taste of tumults of things,


Maes ertnec eht kaerts ytsur A,
A rustystreak the center comes seatM, (Age has caught up with you)


Maerc deldruc ekil leef eugnot ruoY,
Your tongue like the curled march of a Leafy (You speak with soft and flowing tongue)


Worb ruoy pmalc lliw sdnab norI,
Iron bands bind with your rope your brow,


Won morf syad net tuoba nI,
In about ten from from now day morn,


Seye wolleY,
Yellow Ewes (Ewes with yellow wool)


Revef eht evah ot gniog era uoY.
You are going to have the fever thever.




Writer(s): Jocelyn Frances Pook

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Martin Trebuch


on Thousand Year Dream

could it be "blue venom teardrops"?