Video musicale

In primo piano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Lead Vocals
Briz
Briz
Background Vocals
Myrna Lynn Gomila
Myrna Lynn Gomila
Background Vocals
Karen Bernod
Karen Bernod
Background Vocals
Renee Connell-Adams
Renee Connell-Adams
Background Vocals
DeWayne Snype
DeWayne Snype
Background Vocals
Kia Jeffries
Kia Jeffries
Background Vocals
Ed Vasquez
Ed Vasquez
Background Vocals
Derrick James
Derrick James
Background Vocals
Oriente Lopez
Oriente Lopez
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Songwriter
Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Producer
Oscar Hernandez
Oscar Hernandez
Associate Producer
Roy Halee
Roy Halee
Associate Producer
Andy Smith
Andy Smith
Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Greg Pinto
Greg Pinto
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rob Murphy
Rob Murphy
Assistant Recording Engineer

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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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