This song was recorded in 1955, today it is considered as one of the best songs ever! Watch the video in the first comment When Righteous Brothers covered it a decade later? WOW!
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This song was recorded in 1955, today it is considered as one of the best songs ever! Watch the video in the first comment When Righteous Brothers covered it a decade later? WOW!

“Unchained Melody” stands as one of the most recorded songs in history, yet its origins are far more specific than its broad emotional appeal suggests. Written by Alex North and Hy Zaret in 1955, the song was originally composed for a little-known prison drama titled Unchained. Despite its reputation as a quintessential love ballad, the lyrics were carefully crafted to avoid using the word “unchained” while still capturing the pining of a man separated from his lover.

The Origin: A Prison Film Theme

The song’s title is actually a literal reference to the movie it was written for. In the 1955 film Unchained, the character played by Todd Duncan—an acclaimed opera singer and the original “Porgy” in Porgy and Bess—sings the melody while pining for his wife from behind bars.

  • 1955 Oscar Nomination: Duncan’s soulful rendition earned the song an Academy Award nomination for Best Original Song.

  • A Recording Phenomenon: While Duncan introduced it, 1955 saw a historic musical feat: three different versions of the song (by Les Baxter, Al Hibbler, and Roy Hamilton) reached the Billboard Top 10 in the United States simultaneously.

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