On The Trail Of Fantasy
Howdy Troopers,
The trail led me to the Old Melbourne Gaol.
Interesting black past of a place.
They hung me mate Ned Kelly there
and that Ripper suspect Deeming.
Walls soaked with sorrow and madness.
What was once a mighty and proud tree
now shaved, bleached and tortured
by the weight of sins from the hangman's rope.
Steven Park went to see the gaol when it opened in 1972.
For him it was a church of dead heroes.
A thrilling fantasy of himself in every cell.
His diary was one of those fantasies.
It took Feldman to bring it to life.
Howdy Troopers,
The trail led me to the Old Melbourne Gaol.
Interesting black past of a place.
They hung me mate Ned Kelly there
and that Ripper suspect Deeming.
Walls soaked with sorrow and madness.
What was once a mighty and proud tree
now shaved, bleached and tortured
by the weight of sins from the hangman's rope.
Steven Park went to see the gaol when it opened in 1972.
For him it was a church of dead heroes.
A thrilling fantasy of himself in every cell.
His diary was one of those fantasies.
It took Feldman to bring it to life.
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