Spellbound (1945 Film) - Music

Music

Intrada Records released an album of a re-recording by the Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra of the film's complete score . The album featured music not heard in the finished film.

Intrada Records Album
No. Title Length
1. "Main Title; Foreward" 3:13
2. "Green Manors" 0:51
3. "First Meeting" 2:11
4. "The Picnic" 2:01
5. "The Awakening; Love Scene; The Dressing Gown; The Imposter - Parts 1 & 2; The Cigarette Case" 16:49
6. "The Letter" 0:30
7. "The Empire Hotel" 1:22
8. "The Burned Hand - Parts 1 & 2" 2:29
9. "The Penn Station" 2:44
10. "Railway Carriage" 1:16
11. "Honeymoon At Brulov's; The White Coverlet; The Razor - Parts 1 & 2; Constance Is Afraid" 10:03
12. "Constance And Brulov - Parts 1 & 2" 4:15
13. "Gambling Dream; Mad Proprietors Dream; Roof-Top Dreams" 2:37
14. "Dream Interpretation - Parts 1 & 2; The Decision" 6:10
15. "Train To Gabriel Valley" 1:23
16. "Ski Run; Mountain Lodge" 5:51
17. "Defeat" 3:15
18. "Contance's Discovery" 2:04
19. "The Revolver" 3:05
20. "The End" 0:59
21. "End Title - Short" 0:24

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