Name: Litany
Channel: Abbess
Description: A song of confession (or kyrie) about our being so obsessed with making and spending money that we have no time to stop and talk.

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A song of confession (or kyrie) about our being so obsessed with making and spending money that we have no time to stop and talk.

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Abbess

Ambient electronica, chillout dance beats, ethereal vocals or occasionally harp. Feel free to livestream/record any of these in internet church services.

Abbess was the composer in residence for the Visions creative multimedia collective and church service in York from 1991-2010. She then went to work for Leeds Minster before moving South to Winchester Cathedral. Now she is working for the Transcendence Trust. A few years ago she added some free downloads of settings of ancient songs used in the mornng prayer liturgy. Abbess' music ranges from classically influenced chill-out pieces through trip hop to departures into the land of techno. Feel free to use the mixes and/or words in a non-profit church service situation, and let her know if they liked it!

Song Info

Genre

Electronic • Ambient

Charts

#4,443 in subgenre Peak #29

Charts

Peak #116

Author

Abbess

Rights

Abbess

Uploaded

November 27, 2003

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 5:11

Story behind the song

This song was written as a response to
the pressure that society often puts us
under to earn more, spend more and forget
about the people we really care about. I
took some Greek words from the old Catholic
Latin Mass and worked the song around them.
Helen Turner assisted with the vocals on the
track.

Lyrics

Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Christe Eleison (Christ have mercy)

We've swallowed all society's lies
Of some consumer paradise
We're blinded by our money sense
Love matters more than pounds and pence
There's times we've failed to recognise
The suffering Christ before our eyes
And churches centuries before
Helped scar the planet and crush the poor.

We're slaves of time, or slaves of food,
Or slaves of television's view.
We're slaves of sex or slaves of work,
We've got no time to stop and talk.
We've thrown away your gifts to us,
We've let your fruit rot on the buds,
We've bitched about our family
We've failed to love wholeheartedly.

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