Video musicale
I successi di Paul Simon
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Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Simon
Lead Vocals
Briz
Background Vocals
Myrna Lynn Gomila
Background Vocals
Karen Bernod
Background Vocals
Renee Connell-Adams
Background Vocals
DeWayne Snype
Background Vocals
Kia Jeffries
Background Vocals
Ed Vasquez
Background Vocals
Derrick James
Background Vocals
Oriente Lopez
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Simon
Songwriter
Derek Walcott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Simon
Producer
Oscar Hernandez
Associate Producer
Roy Halee
Associate Producer
Andy Smith
Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Greg Pinto
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rob Murphy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Testi
It was the morning of october 6th, 1960
I was wearing my brown suit
Preparing to leave the house of d.
Shook some hands then adios brooklyn amigos
Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again
Some even said that my judge-judge gerald culkin-
Wouldn't play it by the book
Maybe let us off the hook
But, woh-oo-woh, I knew better.
Afraid to leave the projects
To cross into another neighborhood
The blancos and the nigger gangs
Well, they'd kill you if they could.
Angel of mercy, people are suffering
All over the world
Spanish children are taught on their knees to believe
Angel of mercy, people are suffering
All over the island tonight,
Mothers weep
Sisters grieve
Well, I entered the courtroom, state of new york
County of new york, just some spic
They scrubbed off the sidewalk
Guilty by my dress
Guilty in the press
Let the capeman burn for the murder
Well the 'spanish boys' had their day in court
And now it was time for some fuckin' law and order
The electric chair
For the greasy pair
Said the judge to the court reporter
Afraid to leave the projects
To cross into another neighborhood
The newspapers and the t.v. crews
Well, they'd kill you if they could
Angel of mercy, people are suffering
All over the world
A spanish boy could be killed every night of the week
But just let some white boy die
And the world goes crazy for blood-latin blood.
I don't lie when I speak.
Well they shackled my hands
A heavy belt around my waist to restrain me
And they shackled my legs
Hernandez, the 'umbrella man,' chained beside me
Then we rode that black maria
Through the streets of spanish harlem
Calling old friends on the corners
Just to lay our prayers upon them
Crying
Adios hermanos, adios
Adios hermanos, adios
Writer(s): Paul Simon, Derek Walcott
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