Funeral Ikos. John Tavener. K. Funeral Ikos Tracklist. 1 Ikon of Light / Funeral Ikos / Carol: The Lamb. Show all albums by John Tavener. Info on the recording by Peter Phillips and The Tallis Scholars of music by Sir John Tavener. Find composition details, parts / movement information and albums that contain performances of Funeral Ikos, for chorus on AllMusic.
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If for a brief space we call to mind, yet straightway forget we Death, as we had not ourselves to die. Naught is so easily forgot as mortal from his brother-mortal parted. Music of the Soul’s Journey. Youth and the beauty of the body fade at the hour of death,and the tongue then burneth fiercely, and the parched throat is inflamed.
Dream not, O mortal, of sweetness in this life, but only groan ever with the moan: Why dost thou untimely vex thyself, O man!
And who then shall succour thee? Parents, also, are utterly forgotten of their children, whom from their ios bodies they have borne and reared ; and they have dropped tears with the song: For like the grass doth beauty fade, and man is but allured therewith. But whither now- go the souls? There is the worm that sleepeth not; there is the land, all dark and gloomy, where I must be judged.
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Accompany ye the dead, 0 friends, and come ye to the grave with heed, and there gaze ye steadfastly, with understanding; and make ready your feet. This mystery have I desired to learn, but none can impart aright. For there are the dread accusers; there, also, the books are opened. Jazz Latin New Age.
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The Essential John Tavener on Naxos. Sexy Trippy All Moods. All youth is fallen to dissolution there; there all the flower of life is faded ; there are dust, and ashes, and worms; there all is silent ; and there no man saith: The text consists of the Greek Church’s funeral sentences, translated into English by Isabel Hapgood. The John Funerxl Collection. Share on facebook twitter tumblr.
Introspection Late Night Partying. As said job unto his friends, so sayI also unto you: We go forth on the path eternal, and as condemned, with downcast faces, present ourselves before the only God. Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats.
January Total duration: But when ye shall sing these things make mention, now and then, of me whom ye have known. The Tallis ScholarsPeter Phillips conductor. How many suddenly are snatched even from the plighting of their troth, and united by a bond eternal ; and without avail have made their moan unending, and have not risen from that bridal chamber!
But whither I ukos, that understand I not, neither what shall become of me yonder; but only God, who hath summoned me knoweth. Many leaders wilt thou then require, many prayers to accompany thee, to save the wretched sinner’s soul; until thou come to Christ and say to him: I am banished, brethren. Update Required To play the media you will need to either update your browser to a recent version or update your Flash plugin.
I’ve since learned, via a commenter, Robert, that the text comes from an Orthodox liturgy; we’ve seen it in this Google Funerql, at least: I entreat, I beseech, I implore, that ye learn by heart this thing, and mourn for me night and day. The words are consolatory in tone, though they do not minimize the reality of death, the gateway to Paradise.
Funsral in Hell there is no-repentance, nor further remission there.
For your sakes have I made moan ; perchance it may profit one of you. The great British composer Benjamin Britten – mentioned the younger composer John Tavener approvingly as representing a new generation of composer that was rejecting the then-current avant-garde’s rejection of the past.
Youth and the beauty of the body fade at the hour of death, and the tongue then burneth fiercely, and the parched throat is inflamed.
Unless thou hast led an upright life, and hast done good to the needy, singing: Shall we see each other there? And no one then could succour him, but only pined away as they gazed on him, and wept for him in the grave: The melody is chantlike, ending with a many-voiced chordal statement.
Fare ye well, 0 my comrades ; for I go forth upon my way. Where, then, around about thee wilt thou gaze, O man? There is neither bondman nor freeman there; there is neither small nor great; but we shall all stand naked there. The Best of John Tavener.