{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Emerson Lake  Palmer - Tarkus ","author_name":"kustragabor","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/kustragabor","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=677730&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=677730&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"\"Tarkus\"\r\n\r\n[I. Eruption]\r\n\r\n[instrumental]\r\n\r\n[II. Stones of Years]\r\n\r\nHas the dawn ever seen your eyes?\r\nHave the days made you so unwise?\r\nRealize, you are.\r\n\r\nHad you talked to the winds of time,\r\nThen you'd know how the waters rhyme,\r\nTaste of wine,\r\n\r\nHow can you know where you've been?\r\nIn time you'll see the sign\r\nAnd realize your sin.\r\n\r\nWill you know how the seed is sown?\r\nAll your time has been overgrown,\r\nNever known.\r\n\r\nHave you walked on the stones of years?\r\nWhen you speak, is it you that hears?\r\nAre your ears full?\r\n\r\nYou can't hear anything at all.\r\n\r\n[III. Iconoclast]\r\n\r\n[instrumental]\r\n\r\n[IV. Mass]\r\n\r\nThe preacher said a prayer.\r\nSave every single hair on his head.\r\nHe's dead.\r\n\r\nThe minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared.\r\nWho cared?\r\nThe weaver in the web that he made!\r\n\r\nThe pilgrim wandered in,\r\nCommiting every sin that he could\r\nSo good...\r\n\r\nThe cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved\r\nFrom the grave\r\nThe weaver in the web that he made!\r\n\r\nThe high priest took a blade\r\nTo bless the ones that prayed,\r\nAnd all obeyed.\r\n\r\nThe messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,\r\nA sign.\r\nThe weaver in the web that he made!\r\n\r\nA bishops rings a bell,\r\nA cloak of darkness fell across the ground\r\nWithout a sound!\r\n\r\nThe silent choir sing and in their silence,\r\nBring jaded sound, harmonic ground.\r\nThe weaver in the web that he made!\r\n\r\n[V. Manticore]\r\n\r\n[instrumental]\r\n\r\n[VI. The Battlefield]\r\n\r\nClear the battlefield and let me see\r\nAll the profit from our victory.\r\nYou talk of freedom, starving children fall.\r\nAre you deaf when you hear the season's call?\r\n\r\nWere you there to watch the earth be scorched?\r\nDid you stand beside the spectral torch?\r\nKnow the leaves of sorrow turned their face,\r\nScattered on the ashes of disgrace.\r\n\r\nEvery blade is sharp; the arrows fly\r\nWhere the victims of your armies lie,\r\nWhere the blades of brass and arrows reign\r\nThen there will be no sorrow,\r\nBe no pain.\r\n\r\n[VII. Aquatarkus]\r\n\r\n[instrumental] ","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/6\/7\/7\/_\/677730_14988_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"677730"}