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Colin Dryden - The Ballad Of Reading Gaol

My number one favourite of my uncle Colin's songs, it give me goosepimples every time I listen to it. It features four stanzas taken from different areas of Oscar Wilde's famous and wonderful poem, with minor changes. I would love to know more about who chose these particular words. The recording is from a live performance by Extradition at the Port Jackson Folk Festival at Sydney Town Hall in1970, and was included as a bonus track on the CD version of Extradition's legendary and much coveted Hush album. There is some debate over exactly who wrote the melody to this version - Colan Campbell of Extradition has confirmed to me his view that it was indeed written by Colin Dryden. This was a high point of my 20 years of Colin Dryden explorations. The issue has been debated, or at least called into question here https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadi... ]. I'm interested by the theories, but personally I (and others) believe that this is Colin's work, albeit with some borrowings. It's hard to believe this was a live performance, you could hear a pin drop. Oscar Wilde arr and performed by Colin Dryden/Colan Campbell/Shayna Karlin Photo © Bob Bolton In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of shame, And in it lies a man Eaten by a flame, Oh in the winding-sheet he lies, And his grave it has no name. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, while others buy; Some do the deed with tears, Some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die. Oh each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard, Some with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they grow old; Some with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold.

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