Moriarty didn't die during Riechenbach, and has captured John. John refuses to give any information on Sherlock, never has, never will.
Basically this song punches me in my feels, and I hope it does the same to you.
Enjoy?

Original song (c) Bruno Mars

LYRICS

Burn it down, blow it up,
That’s just how you live oh
Steal, kill, break it all
But I’ll never give

Always knew you were trouble
From the first call
Your crimes had Sherlock smitten—
He was so smitten…

Give me all you have, toss me in the trash
I refuse to utter a word
Give me all you got, just don’t you think you’ve won
I guess you just haven’t heard

CHORUS
I’d catch a grenade for him
Throw my hand on a blade for him
I’d jump in front of a train for him
You think this will make me just give you him

Oh oh you can call me insane
But I’d take a bullet straight through my brain
Yes I would die for Sherlock Holmes—
And he would do the same.

Black, black, black and blue, beat me till I’m numb
Tell the devil I said ‘hey’ when you get back to where you’re from
Moriarty, evil bastard, yes I saw your card
Sick and twisted but it’s not like I can change who you are

Give me all you have, toss me in the trash
I refuse to utter a word
Give me all you got, just don’t you think you’ve won
I guess you just haven’t heard

CHORUS

If you set me on fire
Oh you think Sherlock will go down in flames
He won’t go out, he’ll just burn higher
Because he’s smarter smarter smarter than that
And he fell off a roof for me

Took a while but now I see

Oh oh you can call me insane
Go on—shoot me straight through my brain
Yes I would die for Sherlock Holmes—
And he would do the same.

Yes he would do the same
And now I'll do the same

Grenade (Sherlockified)

Moriarty on the rooftop being a crazy bastard. First song of the compilation 'People Always Talk,' the winning title of our Compilation Title Contest, submitted by asktransdimensionalfemlock.tumblr.com. Enjoy!

LYRICS
You laugh like it’s all a sport
You don’t even know what’s coming do ya
You act as though you will thwart me
You don’t even know what’s coming do ya

He believes you no matter what they say
He doesn’t know what’s coming does he
He’ll read it in the newspapers the next day
And hit himself on the head for not knowing

You have an army doctor, a friend, a blogger
Well I’ve got a gun

You’ve counted the taps my fingers take upon your chair
Did you really think I’d make it that easy?
Our confrontation will end in mutual despair
As long as none of us wins, I don’t really care

You have a mind palace, a superior complex
Well I’ve got a gun

You are an angel darling
You make me so happy I can’t breathe
You think I’m playing fairly
I just can’t wait to see you on your knees when you figure out
When you figure it out
Over my dead body

You're Pretty Slow for a Mad Genius

Those who came to the concert know this one already, but remember that moment in Season 2 Episode 1 where Molly arrives at the Christmas party and everyone's all "Oh Molly hi I guess" and then she whips off her coat and Lestrade's mouth drops and his eyes light up and he starts salivating and quickly comes up to her and says "Can I get you anything? Can I get you a drink? CAN I HAVE YO NUMBA??!?!?" and Molly says "Of course you silver fox my body is ready for your luscious unhappily married self" and Lestrade rips his clothes off and Molly swoons and throws Sherlock's present into the fire and then they have passionate sex for the rest of the episode?
Yeah neither do I but something like that happened at any rate and that led to this. Enjoy!

LYRICS:
I know it’s unlikely
For anyone to like me
As I loved him

But there’s hope in the stare
Of a certain grey-haired detective
When I was at my most grim

Hey there DI I don’t bite
In fact they call me pretty shy
And pretty clumsy
But don’t you see
I think you’re kinda lovely
When you look at me that way

Chorus
So when your life is a bore
And your job is a chore
We can get some coffee

And when your wife is a whore
And you can’t take it anymore
Take my couch, it’s comfy

Would you contemplate
Just one! Just a date
With silly old Molly

We’ve met a couple times
Over biscuits over wine
Over coffee

You make me giggle, you don’t complain
When I smell like dead bodies or summer rain
You smell a lot like me

Hey there DI I’m not that pretty
But when I dress up
You sure do stare at me
What do you see
Do you think I’m the same lovely
That I think about you

Chorus

I think you would x3
Please say you would x3
I think you will x2 I think I think I think you will
I hope you will x3

Chorus
That when your life is a bore
And your job is a chore
You’ll come to the morgue for coffee

And when you’ve shouted yourself hoarse
And you’ve got your divorce
You’ll share my bed it’s comfy

And love you I will
With  devotion no one can kill
Even if it’s just from silly old me
Silly old Molly

Coffee

Track 3 of 'People Always Talk'

More MorMor?

LYRICS
I don’t trust you because I
Want to and I
Never trust what I want

I’ll be a gun hand I’ll be your
Right hand man
But don’t you dare try and make me dance

I can see right though it all
Every pained little flaw
I could shoot you in the temple
I could shoot you in the jaw

I could kill you in a glance
You could kill me with a clap of your hands

Chorus
Don’t move closer don’t
You even blink
You’re a monster and
I am the same, I think

We’ll go gallivanting through this town
Kings with no crowns
To us everything’s a game

I never give you any sign
But I let you try
To guess what it is I think

Cause you’re just a slinking cat
Playing games, getting fat
I’m not your friend don’t make me
Do more than pretend

I kill you with a glance
You kill me with a clap of your hands

Chorus

You think I’ll even cry
You’re just another guy
Who hired me to kill a king

Partners-in-crime is a weak line
For Watson to offer his life
But I understand, I think
I understand, I think

Trust Issues

Headcanon is one of Molly's "jobs" for Sherlock during the Haitus is to look after John. So when John smells something fishy and starts looking for clues about why Sherlock jumped, she has to lead him away from the actual solution: that Sherlock Holmes isn't actually dead.
But it's not easy.
A part of the compilation 'People Always Talk.'

LYRICS:
You put this in my hands because I told you to
But I don’t think either of us knew what we were going to put him through
And I know this was the plan
But at this point I might as well be Moran

He knew that something was off, he went investigating on his own
And I know you hate the thought of him being alone
So I gave him my hand, and since I can’t lead him to you
Led him down goose chases we emerge from black and blue

Chorus
One year down the line, plan’s going fine, plan’s going fine
I just thought that I’d drop by because, you know, I had the time
I know you’re not really buried here but I just don’t have the stuff
To say to your face I think enough’s enough

And the time’s he thinks we’re closest are the times that my heart cracks
Because every time an alibi comes through, his limp comes back
And he limps around smiling at everyone he sees
Except me, because he trusts me and knows he doesn’t have to please

Chorus
Two years down the line, plan’s going fine, plan’s going fine
I just thought that I’d drop by because, you know, I had the time
I know you’re not really buried here but I just don’t have the stuff
To say to your face I think enough’s enough

Two years down the line, plan’s going fine, we’re doing fine
But Sherlock don’t you know I think you’re running out of time
John’s losing steam, and while I think it’s for the best
I don’t know if by the end of this you’ll have… x3 a place to rest

Chorus Switch-up
So three years down the line, I’m not doing fine, he’s not doing fine
I came here to demand that you come back, would it be a crime?
I know you’re not really buried here so I need to find the stuff
To say to your face I think enough’s enough
Enough is enough

Enough Is Enough

hahastupidcoolpeople.tumblr.com requested a song about Sherlock's relationship with London, so, ta-dah! Thanks so much for the wonderful idea! Enjoy.

LYRICS
Fascination haunts these people in this town
Born to justify the Gods that they bow down to
Like tiny spoiled boys bawling for the crown
And all the sounds, all the sounds

I’m too tired to sleep
And John won’t wake if the stairs don’t creak
So I’ll run, run, run
And be their king their Solomon

CHORUS
These people are mine
Their pockets and their politics
The keening sound their hearts emit
The smoke and sprawling spoken stars

You’re cleaning your gun because you don’t know what to do
When the ghosts that used to haunt begin to satisfy you
The nightmares and the displacement of war
Whatever danger they offered you, I can offer ten times more

We’re too crazy for sleep
And Mrs. Hudson won’t wake if the stairs don’t creak
So we run, run, run
Our minds are shining brighter than the sun

CHORUS

The sluggishness of apathy is hard at work
Yes I do enjoy my brilliance and all of its perks
And lonesome doesn’t mean lonely not a bit
When I have this town and the keening sound it’s heart emits

But sharing it with someone is surely the greatest risk

I almost crashed my mom's car when this song came on the radio and this idea popped into my head. So I hope you appreciate what I do for you guys. Without further ado: John is frustrated. Enjoy!

LYRICS:
Spoken: Tell me how you’re supposed to live with no air?

Verse
If you should die before you wake
It's 'cause I killed you for goodness sake
Sulking like a child just cause they’re no cases around
Oh

(Sherlock cameo)
In my mind palace, don’t wanna leave
My brain won't still, life’s deadbeat
Wish there was a way that you had the cleverness to understand

Pre-chorus
But how do you expect me
to buy the milk for three
'Cause Mrs. Hudson’s hip is hurting
I’m so mad it’s hard to see

Chorus
Tell me how you’re supposed to live with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
Breathing’s important though I know you don’t care
Don’t care
Got me out here in the shop buying meat
Tell me how the hell’d you live before me
You say breathing’s boring how cheap
You don’t care, don’t care

You don’t care, care
You don’t care, care
You don’t care, care
You don’t care, care

Verse
(Sherlock cameo) I’d walk, I’d run, I’d jump, I’d fly
To the next criminal to who passes me by
Is it too much to ask for a serial killer or two?

You set the kitchen on fire cooking rice
I can’t even leave you to your own device
I don't care why, I just need you to clean for once

Pre-chorus
But how do you expect me
to buy the milk for three
'Cause Mrs. Hudson’s hip is hurting
I’m so mad it’s hard to see

Chorus

Bridge
Why did I expect we
to live together peacefully
When our worlds revolve around crime
And his inconsistency

Chorus

With No Air

So this is a collaboration with a good friend of mine, http://soundcloud.com/amacmusic13; she's an amazing musician and she provided the awesome piano and harmonies in this song.
I've always wanted to write a song about Sarah. So I'm pretty satisfied with this. Enjoy!

LYRICS
You don't need to explain it to me
Just answer the question the answer I deserve

There's more to this than simply rooming
Just answer the question the answer I deserve

I'm pretty kind and understanding
You have my ear you have my couch

But you're not going to get much else doctor
I'm not patient enough to be second to someone else 

Chorus
So just give it up darling
He's here to stay
I'm not ready for a life of danger
And you're not ready to stop the play

You can keep all your sorries
I don't need them and they're half-hearted at best

You make a pretty wonderful hero
But it turns out loving a hero means getting kidnapped
I don't go for that

Chorus

You don't need to spill your secrets
Just answer the question the answer I deserve
Sure I'm a nice catch or whatever it's not the answer
The answer I'm asking for the answer I deserve

Chorus
Have you given up darling?
Are you there to stay?
I'm not ready for a life of danger
I couldn't care less if you're actually gay

But is this going to work darling?
Or should we part ways?
You're both maniacs thrusting your lives in danger
I think 221b is where you're going to
Stay


Answer the Question (ft. Alma Macbride)

I've always wanted to do a Ke$ha parody, and after a couple weeks of complete lack of inspiration, I found a brief muse.

But this song is titled 'The Great Haitus' for a reason. I'm taking a break from Shrock music for my senior year, probably until Sherlock season three comes out--or, well, maybe for longer than that. My muse has been burning low for a while, even with all your lovely ideas, and I'm ready to expand my music to greater variety and reaches of the genre of singer-songwriter. But this experience has been incredible, and I think each and every single one of you for it.
I'll still be around on the tumblr now and then, to keep up with the new shrock other brilliant artists will create, and might perform another internet concert later on in the year--and I'll definitely keep you guys up to date about my other musical adventures. Hint: I'm in the midst of a big one right now.

Of course, feel free to contact me, for any reason! I love hearing from you guys and always will.

So here it is: the last song in my sixth compilation, "People Always Talk." Enjoy, and as always, shrock on,

Kayla Maria, or A Bromance in Bohemia


LYRICS:
I hear your heartbeat echo in my brain
Oh what a shame that you came here with a cane
So come let’s go on a chase
To make the most of the night we gotta make haste

Young hearts, taxi cabs
We’re no good but we’ll catch the bad
Adrenaline junkies, running fast
Leaving behind your broken past
Don’t care whose watching when we’re tearing it up
We got deductions Anderson can’t touch

Looking for serial killers tonight
That’s the wrong way, John, but you’re starting to get it right
You’ll take the flat, I can tell by your run
Better than Christmas, it’ll be so fun 

I hear your heartbeat echo in my brain
Oh what a shame that you came here with a cane
So come let’s go on a chase
To make the most of the night we gotta make haste

Way beyond the greatest game
The woman who beat you who held the reins
Hounds and fear, all the time
Moriarty trying to mess with our mind
It’s pretty obvious the police will talk
Mycroft can’t help us now and you’re all I got

You punched a policeman I held you at gunpoint
It’s hard to run when we’re attached at the wrist joint
I think I’m starting to understand why
No matter where I go you’re by my side

I hear your heartbeat echo in my brain
Oh what a shame that you came here with a cane
So come let’s go on a chase
To make the most of the night we gotta make haste

I hear my name echo in the air
Oh how I wish I could bring you if I dared
Well what’s the point in that
Please make the most of my absence, but keep the flat
Please make the most of my absence, but keep the flat

Make Haste (The Great Haitus) - Ke$ha Parody

IT'S ABIB, BITCH! :) This was requested by an anon, who said: "Could you do a song about Sherlock and his mind? The whole 'everything else is transport' attitude. Thanks :D"

Enjoy, and shrock on!

Lyrics:

If you had a computer
7G or whatever that means
And it ran so fast you could barely keep up

Half the day spent slaving away
At putting facts in folders and sending data on it’s way
What would you say

If someone told you it was necessary
To know the stars and their old fairy
tales

Well believe me it’s my brain to carry
And I don’t need anything extranesary
To stop me from knowing what I know best

I know crime, crime is mine
I know crime, crime is mine

CHORUS
And if you don’t agree with me
You’re probably wrong cause I don’t clutter my mind
With things like buying milk and what’s the time

There are things we need to know
And things we don’t
Everything else is transport

A banker, a writer, an old “friend,” a Spider
What might all these things have to do with me?

If I preoccupied myself with troubles
Like making sure experiment bubbles
Don’t ruin the blouse of your latest conquest

As for my own, I don’t need any other woman or man
To tell me what is right or wrong, to tell me when I’m out of hand
Except you

We know crime, and there’s no time
We know crime, and there’s no time

CHORUS

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