{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":" The Hollies - Maker","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=168443&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=168443&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Days of yellow saffron.\r\nNights with purple skies.\r\nMelting in the sunbeams\r\nfrom my maker's eyes.\r\n\r\nMountain-colored lilac\r\nin the distant haze.\r\nI would like to lie here,\r\ntiming all my days\r\n\r\nMove past my window,\r\nsunshine is shimmering\r\njack-o-lanterns glimmering,\r\ngiant moths are flickering around.\r\n\r\nSee, the moon is hiding\r\nunderneath the sea.\r\nPretty soon he'll venture\r\nto take a look at me.\r\n\r\nSo I humbly stand here\r\nbeneath his golden glow.\r\nDoesn't he remind me\r\nof somebody I know?\r\n\r\nI must be leaving,\r\nback to reality.\r\nDon't you just pity me?\r\nI could so easily stay here. ","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/1\/6\/8\/_\/168443_21283_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"168443"}