{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Emmylou Harris-Broken Man\u00b4s Lament","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=113118&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=113118&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"I was once a broken man\nI was once a broken fool\nLost my wife and children\nTo one basic broken rule\n\nNow I live my life in silence\nThough I'm not quite in a shell\nI drink and listen to that song\n'A Whiter Shade of Pale', oh\nA Whiter Shade of Pale\n\nI was a good shade tree mechanic\nSo I sent myself to school\nThey smoothed out my rough edges\nIn my hands they put new tools\n\nThe instructor, once he told me\nI could work on any line\nI could tune to make a diesel sing\nJust like Patsy Cline, oh\nJust like Patsy Cline\n\nWell, I met my wife to be\nThrough my mother's best friend's son\nShe'd been a barroom singer\nShe was as good as anyone\n\nBut I asked her to stop singing\nAnd the girl, she did not flinch\nNext day she went and bought that man\nA brand new crescent wrench, oh\nA brand new crescent wrench\n\nWe had three fine children\nAs eight years went on by\nAnd earned a supervising line\nMy knuckles stayed bone dry\n\nBut after supper I kept hearing her\nBy the kitchen radio\n\nSinging sweet but desperate harmony\nA little bit too low, oh\nA little bit too low\n\nShe left three months later\nI'd just come home for lunch\nNote said \"Easy come, hard go\nI still love you so much\"\n\nShe said, \"I don't know if I'll be there\nOr if you'll want me when I come\nBut if and when that happens, dear\nYou'd better let my sweet dream run\", oh\nLet my sweet dream run\n\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\nOh, oh\n\nI was a good shade tree mechanic\nSo I sent myself to school\nThey smoothed out my rough edges\nIn my hand they put new tools\n\nThe instructor once he told me\nI could work on any line\nBut now my diesels ain't the only thing\nThat sing like Patsy Cline, oh\nSing like Patsy Cline\n\nI was once a broken man\nI was once a broken fool\nLost my wife and children\nTo one basic broken rule\n\nNow I live my life in silence\nThough I'm not quite in a shell\nI drink and listen to that song\n'A Whiter Shade of Pale', oh\n\nA Whiter Shade of Pale, oh\nA Whiter Shade of Pale, oh\nA Whiter Shade of Pale","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/1\/1\/3\/_\/113118_44714_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"113118"}