Miúcha
Heloísa Maria Buarque de Hollanda (born November 30, 1937 in Rio de Janeiro), whose artistic name is Miúcha, is a Brazilian singer and composer. She is the daughter of historian Sérgio Buarque de Holanda and Maria Amélia Cesário Alvim, and sister of the singer and composer Chico Buarque and two other singers Ana de Hollanda (prior Ministry of Culture in Brazil) and Cristina. Her career began in 1975 working with her husband at that time, João Gilberto, and Stan Getz, recorded as a participant in the disc The Best of Two Worlds. This was followed by forays into jazz with Tom Jobim, Vinícius de Moraes, João Gilberto and her daughter Bebel Gilberto.
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Crash
by: MeshSee the vapours fading
As they stare into the night
Every time
Its getting harder
To be buttoned up so tight
Don't do anything to us today
(You're only flesh and bone, you'll really never know)
There's nothing left to take away
(You're only flesh and bone, you'll really never know)
I know the crash is coming
Cause I smell the fuel in the morning
I hear the engines stop
But I'll find my own way down
I hear the sleeper's waking
As they stare into the sky
All our lives
The rivets breaking
As we struggle up so high
Don't do anything to us today
(You're only flesh and bone, you'll really never know)
There's noone left
Who wants to stay
(You're only flesh and bone, you'll really never know)
I know the crash is coming
Cause I smell the fuel in the morning
I hear the engines stop
But I'll find my own way down
I see the takers taking
And we live it all again
Every time a little closer
To the truth without the pain
Don't do anything to us today
(You're only flesh and bone, you'll really never know)
There's nothing left to play the game
(You're only flesh and bone, you'll really never know)
I know the crash is coming
Cause I smell the fuel in the morning
I hear the engines stop
But I'll find my own way down
(You'll really never know)
I know the crash is coming
Cause I smell the fuel in the morning
I hear the engines stop