Showing posts with label Families who can't sing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Families who can't sing. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

If you're not the one

Well there I was talking about Daniel Bedingfield on Monday and then his song, If you're not the one popped up on the radio this morning. I've got his CD with this song on it anyway but I've not heard it for for a while on the radio. At the moment the radio is suffering from an overdose of Beyonce's If I were a boy which, very possibly, may drive me to complete insanity if I hear it just one more time. In fact, even the young masters nearly threw themselves out the car windows onto the duel carriageway the other day when we'd heard it for about the fourth time in one day. The local DJ is obviously obsessed with the song but I reckon he should watch out in case some nutty fruitcake housewife rings up the station uttering the words "Play Misty for me."
Know what I mean?

Anyway, here's Daniel Bedingfield with his beautiful song If you're not the one.



Well I guess we might as well listen by Daniel's sis Natasha. Here's Unwritten



What a talented duo. They remind me how spectacular my sister and my two brothers and I were at singing. In fact, I think if we'd held our act together I think we could have wiped the floor with The Osmonds. Our vocal harmonies had to be heard to be believed. Here's the lyrics to our favourite tune that we used to wow our parents with...

Run rabbit run, run, run, run
Here comes the farmer with his gun, gun, gun
Time flies by without a rabbit pie
Run rabbit run, run run, run

Boy, we were dynamite!

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