{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Jose Feliciano - The Windmills Of Your Mind","author_name":"kustragabor","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/kustragabor","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/slagermuzeum.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=727002&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slagermuzeum.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/slagermuzeum.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=727002&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slagermuzeum.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"The Windmills Of Your Mind\r\n\r\nMichel Legrand - Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman\r\n\r\nJose Feliciano\r\n\r\n1969\r\n\r\nRound like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel\r\nNever ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel\r\nLike a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon\r\nLike a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon\r\nLike a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face\r\nAnd the world is like an apple whirling silently in space\r\nLike the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!\r\nLike a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own\r\nDown a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone\r\nLike a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream\r\nOr the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream\r\nLike a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face\r\nAnd the world is like an apple whirling silently in space\r\nLike the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!\r\nKeys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head\r\nWhy did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?\r\nLovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand\r\nIs the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?\r\nPictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song\r\nHalf remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?\r\nWhen you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware\r\nThat the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair!\r\nLike a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel\r\nNever ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel\r\nAs the images unwind, like the circles that you find\r\nIn the windmills of your mind!","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/7\/2\/7\/_\/727002_62583_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"727002"}