Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Vocais principais
Briz
Briz
Vocal de apoio
Myrna Lynn Gomila
Myrna Lynn Gomila
Vocal de apoio
Karen Bernod
Karen Bernod
Vocal de apoio
Renee Connell-Adams
Renee Connell-Adams
Vocal de apoio
DeWayne Snype
DeWayne Snype
Vocal de apoio
Kia Jeffries
Kia Jeffries
Vocal de apoio
Ed Vasquez
Ed Vasquez
Vocal de apoio
Derrick James
Derrick James
Vocal de apoio
Oriente Lopez
Oriente Lopez
Órgão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Composição
Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Produção
Oscar Hernandez
Oscar Hernandez
Produção (suporte)
Roy Halee
Roy Halee
Produção (suporte)
Andy Smith
Andy Smith
Engenharia (gravação)
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Engenharia (masterização)
Greg Pinto
Greg Pinto
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Rob Murphy
Rob Murphy
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)

Letra

[Verse 1]
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 adiós Brooklyn amigos
[Verse 2]
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 whoa ohh, I knew better
[Verse 3]
Afraid to leave the projects
To cross into another neighborhood
The blancos and the **** gangs
Well, they'd kill you if they could
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
Well I entered the courtroom, state of New York count of New York
Just some spic they scrubbed off the sidewalk
Guilty by my dress
Guilty in the press
Let the cape man burn for the murders
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
[Verse 6]
Afraid to leave the projects
To cross into another neighborhood
The newspapers and the TV crews
Well, they'd kill you if they could
[Verse 7]
Angel of mercy, people are suffering all over the world
A Spanish boy could be killed every night of the week
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
Then we rode that Black Maria
Through the streets of Spanish Harlem
Calling old friends on the corners
Just to lay a prayer upon them
Crying adios hermanos, adios
Adiós, hermanos, adiós
Written by: Paul Simon
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