{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"The Rolling Stones - Memory Motel","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=209214&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=209214&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl\r\nHer eyes were hazel\r\nAnd her nose were slightly curved\r\nWe spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel\r\nIt's on the ocean, I guess you know it well\r\nIt took a starry NIGHT to steal my breath away\r\nDown on the water front\r\nHer hair all drenched in spray\r\n\r\nHannah baby was a honey of a girl\r\nHer eyes were hazel\r\nAnd her teeth were slightly curved\r\nShe took my guitar and she began to play\r\nShe sang a song to me\r\nStuck right in my brain\r\n\r\nYou're just a memory of a love\r\nThat used to be\r\nYou're just a memory of a love\r\nThat used to mean so much to me\r\n\r\nShe got a mind of her own\r\nAnd she use it well\r\nWell she's one of a kind\r\nShe's got a mind\r\nShe got a mind of her own\r\nAnd she use it mighty fine\r\n\r\nShe drove a pick-up truck\r\nPainted green and blue\r\nThe tires were wearing thin\r\nShe turned a mile or two\r\nWhen I asked her where she headed for\r\n\"Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar\"\r\nI got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge\r\nMy nerves are shot already\r\nThe road ain't all that smooth\r\nAcross in Texas is the rose of San Antone\r\nI keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones\r\n\r\nYou're just a memory of a love\r\nThat used to mean so much to me\r\nYou're just a memory girl\r\nYou're just a sweet memory\r\nAnd it used to mean so much to me\r\nSha la la la la\r\n\r\nShe got a mind of her own\r\nAnd she use it well\r\nMighty fine, she's one of a kind\r\n\r\nOn the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze\r\nWe've been ten thousand miles\r\nBeen in fifteen states\r\nEvery woman seemed to fade out of my mind\r\nI hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried\r\nWhat's all this laughter on the 22nd floor\r\nIt's just some friends of mine\r\nAnd they're busting down the door\r\nBeen a lonely night at the Memory Motel\r\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/2\/9\/_\/209214_84590_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"209214"}