Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Adams
John Adams
Conductor
Angela Teek
Angela Teek
Vocals
Audra McDonald
Audra McDonald
Vocals
Grant Gershon
Grant Gershon
Vocal Director
Hannu Rantanen
Hannu Rantanen
Double Bass
Janne Murto
Janne Murto
Saxophone
Jari Nieminen
Jari Nieminen
Guitar
Jari-Pekka Karvonen
Jari-Pekka Karvonen
Percussion
Kari Tenkanen
Kari Tenkanen
Bass Clarinet
Marin Mazzie
Marin Mazzie
Vocals
Marja Mutru
Marja Mutru
Keyboards
Markku Tabell
Markku Tabell
Keyboards
Michael McElroy
Michael McElroy
Vocals
Richard Muenz
Richard Muenz
Vocals
S. Kantonen
S. Kantonen
Piano
Welly Yang
Welly Yang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Adams
John Adams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
June Jordan
June Jordan
Engineer
Tommy Krasker
Tommy Krasker
Producer
Joan Marcus
Joan Marcus
Photography
John Gall
John Gall
Graphic Design
Matt Warnock
Matt Warnock
Photography
Paul Zinman
Paul Zinman
Editing Engineer
Ric Wilson
Ric Wilson
Mastering Engineer
Robert Hurwitz
Robert Hurwitz
Executive Producer
Tom Lazarus
Tom Lazarus
Mixing Engineer

Texty

I heard the knocking at the door
I thought it might be the soldiers
But oh, my love
It was you, forever
Coming back for more
Night stars danced around our fields
The sirens never made a sound
And jasmine bloomed and perfumed the air
And peaches and cherries covered the ground
The baby lay sleeping and safe on the grass
And neighbors came by just to see
And my son was whispering the names of the things
That you pass on your way
To a school where the teachers speak Spanish like me
And you, mi amor
You gave me your lips
You gave me your lips
And you held me so close in the dark
You held me so close
That all of the violence fell into eclipse
And wasteland became like a wonderful park
And the earth began to rumble and roar
And buildings began to crumble and fall
And there was no house
And there was no highway anymore
But you came to me
Serious and tall
Suddenly serious and tall
And we stayed together
Forever and ever
And the enemies, the enemies, the enemies
Left us alone
I heard the knocking at the door
I thought it might be the soldiers
But oh, my love
It was you, forever
Coming back for more
Written by: John Adams, June Jordan
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