Acabo de alucinar hace un rato cuando he visto un anuncio de El Corte Inglés.
Resulta que han utilizado una canción mi stina nordenstam australiana, Lisa Mitchell, a la que se supone que no conoce ni Dios. Yo me enteré de su existencia gracias al novio de una amiga que estuvo el pasado verano en Australia por trabajo y que sabe de mi debilidad por las chicas que cantan, gracias P.
No se que compañía le hace las campañas a El Corte Inglés pero hay que reconocer que eligen grandes canciones, en el spot de primavera a los facto delafé y ahora a Lisa Mitchell.
El video es muy bueno, y encima usa una polaroid, que más se puede pedir.
I like the way that you talk ...
Lisa Mitchell - Neopolitan Dreams
You'll go n I’ll be okay,
I can dream the rest away
Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay
It sure takes its precious time, but it’s got rights and so have I
I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn’t be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind
I have no where I’ll have time
There are no legible signs
I can dream the rest away
Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay
It sure takes its precious time, but it’s got rights and so have I
I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn’t be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind
I have no where I’ll have time
There are no legible signs
There are no legible signs
I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk.
It’s hard to recreate such an individual game
You wait you turn in the queue,
You say your sorries and thank you’s
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You’re not in the room
You’re not in the room
Deepest, of the dark nights
here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea
You wait you turn in the queue,
You say your sorries and thank yous
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You’re not in the room
Deepest, of the dark nights
here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea
You wait you turn in the queue,
You say your sorries and thank yous
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You’re not in the room
You’re not in the room
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