{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"JOAN BAEZ -Angeline  ","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=340786&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=340786&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today\r\nBut yesterday's news is old news, the skies are all grey\r\nWinter's in labour, soon to give birth to the spring\r\nThat will sprinkle the meadow with flowers for my Angeline\r\n\r\nHeartache and sorrow and sadness unendingly find\r\nWings on a memory and with them she flies to my mind\r\nShe stretched her arms for a moment then went back to sleep\r\nWhile the morning stood watching me, ever so silently weak\r\n\r\nShe opened her eyes, Lord, the minute my feet touched the floor\r\nThe cold hard wood creaked with each step that I made to the door\r\nThere I turned to her gently and said, Look, Hon, it's spring\"\r\nKnowing outside the window the winter looked for Angeline\r\n\r\nYesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today\r\nBut yesterday's news is old news, the skies are all grey...\r\n\r\nMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm\r\nMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm\r\nMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm\r\nMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/3\/4\/_\/340786_93863_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"340786"}