{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":" Elvis Presley-Gentle On My Mind","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=127209&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=127209&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"It's knowin' that your door is always open\r\nAnd you path is free to walk\r\nThat makes me tend to keep my sleeping bag rolled up\r\nAnd stashed behind your couch\r\n\r\nIt's knowin' I'm not shackled\r\nBy forgotten words and bonds\r\nAnd the ink stains that have dried up on some lovin'\r\nThat keeps you in the back roads\r\nBy the rivers of my memory\r\nIt keeps you ever gentle on my mind \r\n\r\nIt's not clinging to the rocks and ivy\r\nPlanted on their columns now that bind me\r\nOr something that somebody said\r\nBecause they thought we'd fit together walkin'\r\nIt's just knowing that the world will not be cursin'\r\nOr forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find\r\nThat you're moving on the back roads\r\nBy the rivers of my memory and for hours\r\nYou're just gentle on my mind\r\n\r\nThough the wheat fields and the clothes lines\r\nAnd the junk yards and the highways come between us\r\nAnd some other woman's cryin' to her mother\r\n'Cause she turned and I was gone\r\nI still might run in silence\r\nTears of joy might stain my face\r\nAnd the summer sun might burn me 'till I'm blind\r\nBut not to where I cannot see you\r\nWalking in the back roads\r\nBy the rivers flowing gently on my mind\r\n\r\nI dip my cup of soup from a gurgling,\r\ncracking cauldron in some train yard\r\nMy beard a roughening coal pile\r\nAnd a dirty hat pulled low across my face\r\nThrough cupped hands around the tin can\r\nI pretend to hold you to my breast and find\r\nThat you're wavin' from the back roads\r\nBy the rivers of my memory\r\nEver smiling ever gentle on my mind","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/1\/2\/7\/_\/127209_61185_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"127209"}