Name: Trapped In The Web - Gefangen Im Netz - Pris Dans Le Filet by K.L.U.B.
Duration: 7 min 33 s
Description: K's Beware Of Your Analogue Hours Rhapsody

K's Classic Comfort & Condolence Crash Course
Life Is Short ! 
Unforgotten Marvin Pentz Gay Jr.  * April 2/1939  -  † April 1/1984

A Snap With The Finger - Happy Birthday Marvin Gaye (R.I.P.)

K's Mango Lassi Hodge Podge Crack Potpourri 
Composer of Bond-Theme
Monty << Norman >>  Noserovitch  *April 4/1928  –  †July 11/2022
& shady Albert << Cubby >> Broccoli  *April 5/1909  –  †June 27/1996

REST IN PEACE COMMANDER
Sir Thomas Sean Connery  *August 25/1930  –  †October31/2020

Good Bye Commander - Happy BD Monty & Broc

Dirty K-Hole Berlin Demo 
Daytona Knights Pt.2  
Happy Birthday Jan Hammer !
 born Prague *17 April 1948

Guitarossa - Fuzzy BD Jan Hammer !

Loop Diggers SRC 204 2 good productions trk 1 - Idiot Box

K's Beware Of Your Analogue Hours Rhapsody

Trapped In The Web - Gefangen Im Netz - Pris Dans Le Filet

schmoopies

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SHORT BUT SNAPPY // Only 3 Minutes Of Your Time …
@docfritz // All Musical Stuff, Drums & Percussion, Cover, Mix & Production
Composed, Arranged & Performed by DOCFRITZ @ OESJ 
© 2025 // All Rights Reserved

SHORT BUT SNAPPY

Living

What is there to say that hasn't yet been said?
Silly question actually, because there is just a little further to go before another end.
Little Funny Jackie and Bobbie get to Mr. T.V. an old ally that knows what dimension to find Cooper Climbs cure. It leads to an ice Prisim dimension that holds Captain Qronos' skeleton. 
Qronos' soul gains power once more but only for a brief moment because the three cats use their sacred wizard technology and martial arts to kick his butt into total sub molecular nanoblivion. A new portal opens to their home planet, the planet sized house in the dimensions of the gods. Home.

If you haven't caught on yet, this is definitely The End. But is it really??? Really???

Mr. T.V.

Lyrics:

Waiting room clock chews glass,
Hand sanitizer, winter on my hands.
A plastic cup with my smudged initial,
A vending coin that won’t go in.
They call our number; the room grows narrow,
The doctor’s shoes are soft, the words are hard.
Photographs like snow in black,
My mouth forgets the way to speak.

I swallow a sea,
Count to four till my chest finds me.
Your hand in mine—too small, too brave;
I’ll be the wall, I’ll be the wave.

Tell me how to breathe when they say “no spring.”
How to carry a universe that won’t make sense.
When all the world is a beep in a white, small room,
My child—I’m your drum, I’m your defense.
If night folds tight around every breath,
I’ll light each candle this world has left.
I cannot win—but I can stand;
My child, I’m here—until the end.

Tape and plastic, a sun on the glass,
Crayon stars where the daylight can’t pass.
Your hat with rockets, your patient grin,
A sticker astronaut on the IV pin.
I learn to talk with my eyes alone,
Map your days like stepping stones.
I never say the blackened word—
Just “we keep the sky low; we keep our world.”

I count your pulse,
I count myself—numbers blur to rust.
You close your eyes; I make a vow:
I’ll carry you through every hour now.

Tell me how to breathe when they say “no spring.”
How to carry a universe that won’t make sense.
When all the world is a beep in a white, small room,
My child—I’m your drum, I’m your defense.
If night folds tight around every breath,
I’ll light each candle this world has left.
I cannot win—but I can stand;
My child, I’m here—until the end.

A knit cap that smells like home,
a chipped mug that remembers hands,
a bus timetable folded in a pocket like hope,
how a midnight beep can become a psalm,
how a whisper can hold a house.

If higher powers count the stars,
I’ll count your sleep—breath after breath.
If meaning chooses not to speak,
Let my silence sing for both of us.

Tell me how to breathe when they say “no spring.”
But look—your eyes still set a flame.
If all we have is a beep in a white, small room,
I’ll be your drum and speak your name.
And if you have to travel before I do,
I’ll be the road that carries you.
I cannot win—but I’ll stand true;
My child, I’m here—inside of you.
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Track: White Rooms
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Daniel Espinoza
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Trapped In The Web - Gefangen Im Netz - Pris Dans Le Filet

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