{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":" Postcard - The Hollies (1967)","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=188799&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=188799&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"When sand's close at hand\r\nand the sea is touching me,\r\nI feel much happier\r\nthan I've ever felt. and a long time goes by\r\nand I'm floating in the sky.\r\nAnd I wish you could be,\r\nwish you could be here.\r\n\r\nAnd if you're free, follow me\r\nthrow a pebble in my sea.\r\nThe sun will wrap you up\r\nin a pool of gold, and lights in the night\r\nin the night reaching neon waves of sight.\r\n\r\nBut\r\nI wish you could be,\r\nwish you could be,\r\nwish you could be here.\r\n\r\nThe sun, the sand, the sea are waiting\r\non the corner. Take a trip out here.\r\nHustle, bustle, shove and fuss\r\nwill greet you if you stay there.\r\nI'm without a care.\r\n\r\nFresh fruit and sea fish,\r\nare in abundance here.\r\nBut they don't allow\r\nthe natives at your door\r\nselling booze\r\nsmuggled from another shore.\r\n\r\nAnd\r\nchorus\r\n\r\nverse 3\r\n\r\nverse 4\r\n\r\nchorus\r\n\r\nPostcard, postcard, postcard.\r\n\r\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/1\/8\/8\/_\/188799_35283_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"188799"}