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Michael Simms: Will the real Rosie Doonan please stand up?

Promotion of twin sisters has gone cuckoo at Cuckoo Records.

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Cissie Redgwick is the alter-ego of a talented British singer who claims her real name is Rosie Doonan (see below), whose grandmother was the original ‘Cissie Redgwick’. Brought up in a musical household — her dad and granddad were successful folk artists — the young Rosie was immersed in music. It was her grandmother, however, who introduced her to the swing of the Andrews Sisters and the boogie sound of three-part harmony.

For a short interview with Cissie Redgwick (the singer, not the grandmother), click here.

Sometimes Cissie Redgwick is confused with her twin sister also named Rosie Doonan [?] who performs as the lead singer in Rose & The Howling North. In the video below, the group is performing their first release, “Cuckoo,” not to be confused with the British folk song of the same name. And yes, both sisters record with Cuckoo Records. Putting aside the marketing nightmare of twin sisters both named Rosie Doonan performing in completely different styles under the Cuckoo label, and one sister’s first release is an original song named “Cuckoo”, which is also the name of a traditional British ballad covered by many artists, we have to concede that the music of both sisters is beautiful. All of this assumes, of course, that there actually are two sisters and not just one brilliant, though possibly schizophrenic, artist who has two completely different musical careers: a sexy version of British folk; and an even sexier version of Euro-electro-swing. Anyway, take a listen to Rose & The Howling North’s “Cuckoo”. The lyrics are transcribed below.

(My condolences to the marketing team at the aptly-named Cuckoo records. I’m expecting any day now a third “Rosie Doonan” will pop up, possibly a hard rocker?)

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Cuckoo

Last night I had a dream
You flew into my room
And there was nothing but
The smell of sweet perfume
Wind had whistled
And you sat without a care
While you just waited
For the perfect time to snare

Just like an old cuckoo
An old cuckoo
That fell into my room
Like an old cuckoo
An old cuckoo
That fell into my room

You flew away from me
Without a second glance
You flew away
And left me without holding back
In your place there was
A flowering full bloom
And then I realized
My love had flown with you

Just like an old cuckoo
An old cuckoo
That fell into my room
Like an old cuckoo
An old cuckoo
That fell into my room

Cuckoo, don’t go, don’t fly away
Leave me, my life is here to stay
Take a flight left in this place
Gimme a smile as warm embrace
Cuckoo, don’t go, don’t fly away
Leave me, my life is here to stay
Pick up the flight left in this pick
Gimme his smile, his warm embrace

Just like an old cuckoo
An old cuckoo
That fell into my room
Like an old cuckoo
An old cuckoo
That fell into my room

Like an old cuckoo
And old cuckoo
That fell into my room
Just like an old cuckoo
An old cuckoo
That fell into my room

Just like an old cuckoo
An old cuckoo
That fell into my room
Like an old cuckoo
An old cuckoo
That fell into my room…


 

Lyrics published in Vox Populi for educational uses only.

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