{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":" The Hollies   I Am A Rock","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"&lt;object width=&quot;424&quot; height=&quot;345&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=158841&amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu&quot; \/&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot; \/&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot; \/&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=158841&amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu&quot; width=&quot;424&quot; height=&quot;345&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; \/&gt;&lt;\/object&gt;","width":424,"height":345,"description":"PART 1\r\nA winter's day in a deep and dark December\r\nI am alone\r\nGazing from my window to the street below\r\nOn a freshly fallen , silent shroud of snow\r\n\r\nI am a rock I am an island\r\nPART 3\r\nDon't talk of love\r\nWell, I've heard the word before\r\nIt's sleeping in my memory\r\nDon't disturb the slumber\r\nOf feelings that have died\r\nIf I never loved, I never would have cried\r\n\r\nchorus\r\nPART 2\r\nI build walls\r\nA fortress deep and might\r\nThat none may penetrate\r\nI have no need of friendship\r\nFriendship causes pain\r\nIt's laughter and it's loving I disdain\r\n\r\nchorus\r\nPART 4\r\nI have my books\r\nAnd my poetry to protect me\r\nI am shielded in my armor\r\nHiding in my room, safe within my womb\r\nI touch no one and no one touches me\r\n\r\nchorus\r\n\r\nAnd a rock feels no pain\r\nAnd an island never cries\r\n\r\nchorus x 2","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/1\/5\/8\/_\/158841_18332_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"158841"}