Sherlock

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So... this isn't necessarily a Shrock song, but if you want to think of it as one, I view it kinda as a song from Clara's perspective about Harry. Yes, I just kinda wrote a song about two characters we haven't even seen yet in Sherlock. I'm just... that cool, I guess.

LYRICS:

We all have our vices
My sin is my lover
Her sin in the drink in her lover’s hand

They crucify they deliver
And I can’t turn away
From her outstretched hand

You pretend, you pretend
You pretend, you pretend
Oooh you, pretend and pretend
You pretend and pretend…

We all have our voices
Mine never shuts up until I forget
How to breathe

She’s a bore she’s a pirate
Always thinking ‘bout the bitter things
That bring me to my knees

Ooh oh (guitar solo?)

You pretend, you pretend
You pretend you pretend
Ooh you—you pretend, you pretend
You pretend you pretend

When someone asks you your age
You have to—think about it
So you won’t say “too long,”

Pretend, Pretend

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Because. I can't help myself, okay?
When I get sad I imagine Sherlock Holmes as a retired crabby old gentleman in Sussex cooing to his bees and yelling at his neighbors before airing all their dirty laundry and almost blowing up his cottage because EXPERIMENTS and Watson visiting him and being like "Dude, what?" and then they have tea and Sherlock hints that John must be lonely all by himself in a house that reminds him of his dead wife and isn't the practice taxing maybe he should relax in that armchair in his house FOREVER and then Watson shakes his head and puts on his hat and promises to visit again the next day.

(And eventually moves in with him. Though that didn't happen in the books. I don't care. THEY ARE CRABBY OLD GENTLEMEN CACKLING TOGETHER AS THEY HOBBLE AWAY FROM THE VILLAGE MARKET HAVING SOLVED SOME MYSTERY BEFORE SOME MORE INCOMPETENT POLICE OFFICERS AND GOING HOME FOR TEA AND HONEY AFTERWARDS. OKAY? OKAY.)

LYRICS:

Oh I know one day that we’ll have to pay the fees
For our crazy life of danger; it’s what science decrees
They’ll tell us to slow down and take our pills
But if there’s any two to tempt Fate, us two will
Why not retire with me, my friend, I can keep bees

All your friends will have wrinkles on their cheeks
And all my old enemies shaking loose as leaves
And we’ll run we’ll run as far as fast as we can but
We might not have the legs to catch the man
But retire with me my friend, the running won’t cease

CHORUS
Oh, oh oh
Let’s keep bees
In a little cottage
In the middle of the trees
But near enough to the city that we can
Still bring those criminals to their knees
Oh oh oh
Let’s keep bees

I can see it all quite clearly
You, in a wicker armchair
Watching the sea
While I go sprawling on my hands and knees
Trying hard as ever to never please
Oh retire with me my friend, I won’t make fun if you wheeze

CHORUS

Oh I know we’re already growing old
You, with your aching shoulder
Me, constantly cold
So forgive me for mentioning it a bit too soon
But I’d love to spend the rest of my days with you
Retire with me my friend, we’ll howl at the moon
Oh retire with me my friend, and retire soon

Let's Keep Bees

This was written and originally performed by abromanceinbohemia!  I take no credit except for this version of the song.  All the parts were individually recorded by me in audacity.
If you want to show some love to the creator of the song, follow the link!
http://soundcloud.com/abromanceinbohemia/do-you-believe-in-sherlock

Sorry about the quality...  I only have the built-in computer mic for now.
Headphones seem to work best.  This is pretty quiet, despite my attempts to amplify it.

I believe in Sherlock Holmes

You throw a subject to my feet
I am stooping but the words are failing me
You throw and idea at my head
I am trying but it's too complex to be said

And then you open your mouth
And the words all fall out
As if somebody had lost them halfway across

How am I supposed to make sense of it?
How am I supposed to make sense of it?
How am I supposed to find anything worth finding at all?

<b>You think words are there to express yourself
I think words are there to be lost</b>
You think truth is what's written on the pages
I think truth is what remains unspoken and untold
And have you ever been to where I'm coming from?

Searching for what you can't see what you can't hear
You have no chance of every knowing and not coming anyway near
Understanding

And then you open your mouth
And the words all come out
As if somebody had put them the right way round

I'm making sense of it, I'm making sense of it
I find the beauty in the things you haven't said
I'm making sense of it, I'm making sense of it
I find them beautiful, the things you've left unsaid

Words (Linguistics II)

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So credit to this goes entirely to Kaitlin (missingmymind), because she's the one who wrote it and I had a laugh reading it and said I'd sing it and she gave the go ahead and this was fun except when I was sick and kept disturbing my dorm-mates because I kept singing it.
BUT OVERALL IT WAS SUPERFUN.
So this is the embarrassing parody of a popular pop song turned Shrock for 'A Bit Not Good,' which ends the compilation. (Four compilations! 32 Shrock songs! That's... a lot...)

So without further ado.

LYRICS: (By missingmymind! Plus some mild switch-up via yours truly.)

Hey Watson won’t you look my way
I can be your new addiction
hey Watson what you got to say
on your brothers sad affliction
I’m a lonely consulting detective who needs a friend
I’ve found out that
everybody talks
everybody talks
everybody talks

CHORUS
it started with a whisper
when he became my blogger
moved right into Baker Street
I can hear the chit-chat
John and I just laugh
at how stupid people can be
when everybody talks back

hey Watson you could be my drug
you could be my new prescription
too much, get me an overdose
I’m so bored, the wall gets bullets
oh my my
shit
everybody talks
everybody talks
everybody talks
too much

CHORUS

Never thought I’d live to see the day
when everybody’s words got in the way
hey Watson, Moriarty’s here
all I’ve given you is fiction
hey Watson now I have to fall

CHORUS
it started with a whisper
when Moriarty talked the kid’s book
had tea right there in Baker Street
You will hear the chit-chat
John please just laugh
I have one more trick up my sleeve
and everybody talks back

everybody talks
everybody talks
everybody talks
back

Everybody Talks (About Sherlock) - Neon Trees Parody

This Love by Maroon 5

An original song of mine about the BBC show Sherlock. If you want to download it go to my bandcamp at
http://vaticancameo.bandcamp.com
for a free download of the whole album.

John, All I Need is You (original)

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So NotDarkYet (http://oneoftheexactsciences.tumblr.com/, or http://soundcloud.com/notdarkyet) came to me with ideas and guitar chords in her magical pocket and we collaborated on this song. It's complete domesticity and Sherlock-and-John bickering, which was really fun to write: I wrote all of Sherlock's parts, and she John's. She came up with the basic melody, and I the chorus, and then we fiddled around and viola! Enjoy!

Also in terms of compilations (cause I like to keep my Shrock songs tidy, I guess), this is the first on the new one called 'Oh God, Yes.' Just for reference. :)

LYRICS:

J: There’s never any milk in the fridge
and no beans and no toast
and if there’s tea
it’s probably contaminated with Sulphide.

But being out of milk is not even the worst thing
cause you play your bloody violin in the middle of the night

When I need the sleep cause I have to be
in the surgery at 6
and Sarah will kill me
if I fall asleep at work one more time.

S: I don’t even sleep I don’t understand
How in just one moment when I turn my back
My chemicals are down the sink
And the livers in the trash
 
And if my mind is a finely tuned machine
It’s no wonder milk keeps slipping out of it
 
You’re always going to the pub when I need you here
And staying around when I want you gone
You need to replace your crappy phone
And stop complaining about what I’ve done wrong
 
CHORUS
J: You always do less than your share of things to do
Why do I put up with this, living with
You?
 
S: You’re so stuck in the mundane you can’t even move
Why do I put up with this, living with
You?

J: You know it’s your turn to do the dishes
and it’s been for the last three weeks. 
and, christ, what is that head
still doing in the fridge?
 
And I can’t even bring my girlfriends home
cause you are always rude to them and I’m single again faster than I can blink.
 
And no, I won’t send another text for you
and I won’t hand you that bloody phone
you can find someone else to pass you a pen
if I catch you with my laptop once again.


S: The dishes are boring, cleaning's boring
You're always asking me to do things that are dull
And when life gets exciting again
You say you want to watch crap telly instead

But I know that's not right because your hands doesn't tremble any more
And your leg is doing fine

Stop irritating me about the solar system
Or pointing out my lack of care
If you're so concerned about it
Why do you still live here?

CHORUS

S: Stop letting Mycroft in the flat
He's annoying and ruthless and getting fat
Fatter than he was anyway
By the way, he's still convinced we're gay

(While John goes)
Its manners to let Mycroft into the flat
It'd probably be easier if you didn't call him fat
He's not as fat as he was anyway
Does he still think we're gay?

J: But nothing ever happened to me before you came around
And I don’t think I can go back now

S: Cause you may be annoying and you may be dull
J: And you may be a mess and talk too much to your skull
S: But there’s not much that I can guarantee
Other than bored you and I will never be

J: You're a brilliant madman, the best I ever knew
That's why I put up with this
Living with you

S: You're my best friend, my only friend, it's true
That's why I put up with this
Living with you

You're my best friend, my only friend, it's true
S + J: That's why I put up with this
Living with you

Living With You (with NotDarkYet)

Yes, yes, I know. Now I'm not even writing Shrock myself. ;) 

Originally by A Bromance in Bohemia, it can be found here: http://soundcloud.com/abromanceinbohemia/for-you

I asked her a while back if she would send me the chords and lovely person that she is, she did! 
Kayla, I hope you like it, even though I messed up the piano part a bit.

LYRICS: 
A corpse, a coffee, human thumbs, a cup of tea 
Company or the gift of being alone

I’ll part my hair, gloss my lips, you won’t notice, you won’t get it 
Even Jim from IT was a scrappy plan at best

But you look so sad when he’s not looking 
And I know cause I don’t count 
I’m Molly Hooper I never count

And you look so sad when you think he’s not looking 
And I notice cause I don’t count 
I’m Molly Hooper and I don’t count

CHORUS 
All I am, foolish me, you won’t believe the things I could be 
For you 
Though I know you don’t need me, I’m not him, I can’t be 
Not for you

Three year’s time, a change of clothes, a couch to crash on, so it goes 
My hands my eyes my heart my ears my nose

Arms open wide, without your clever explanations I’ll do it without your damned manipulations 
Or any fake emotional sensations

Cause you look so sad when he’s not looking 
And I know, because you count 
I’m Molly Hooper—to me you count

Yeah you look so sad when you think he’s not looking 
And I see it cause I don’t count 
I’m Molly Hooper—don’t say I count

CHORUS 
With all I am, foolish me, you’ve never seen me the best I can be 
But it’s true 
Though I know you don’t need me, I’m not him, I can never be 
Not for you

Take it all, take it all: my regard and care 
It might have started as a crush but now it’s just not fair 
I’m a big girl I can handle myself 
But Sherlock Holmes you need my help 
Won’t you take it all take it all the things you need 
Don’t look at me look at me like I’m crazy

I know what it means to be sad when he’s not looking 
I know cause I don’t count 
I’m Molly Hooper, I never count

You’re planning something Sherlock when he’s not looking 
And I know cause I could count 
I’m Molly Hooper—I could count 
For you

For You (cover)

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So remember when people asked for MorMor?

Yeah, well. How about some super depressing one-sided post-Reichenbach MorMor?

LYRICS:
Good night, sleep well
Hope it’s not boring in Hell
I remember your sofa and the way it meant nothing
To you why would it mean a damn thing to me at all

What did you think I would do?
Something big and drastic, like a fool?

Did you expect me to

CHORUS
Cry?
Or die?
The lies
That you told me are the reason I survive

I was never lost
So don’t you dare say you found me
I kissed you I tasted
The blood in my mouth
I said let’s get away
I bet there’s other games to play
You slapped me across the face
Said there’s no one else
Like him

And I’m not him
Bizarre or brilliant or worth your time

I bet you wanted me to

CHORUS

At least call me by my name when you fuck me over
At least Sherlock’s life is over
At least I’m still a one-man show
And you’ll never know
No you’ll never know

That I wanted to 

CHORUS

And I survive

Survive

this is a parody of LMFAO's sexy and I know it 
lyrics:

"I’m a Sith Lord and I Know It"

Yeah, yeah
When I cruise on by, girls be thinking that my tie fighter’s fly
I march to the beat; mobile armor life system keeps me on my feet, yeah
This is how I roll; use the force choke keeping lieutenant control,
It's Big Boom with the station round
And unlike maul I ain’t dying yo

Ah... Girl look at that body (Hayden) [x3]
ooh... I work out
Ah... Girl look at that body (Hayden) [x3]
ooh... I work out

When I walk in the jedi temple, this is what I see (ok)
All the younglings stop and they start staring at me
I whip out my lightsaber turn it on – before you know it -I slaughter younglings, younglings, younglings

I’m a sith lord and I know it [x2]

Yeah
When I'm in the star, the fighters they just can't fight them off
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a Speedo trying to tan my cheeks (what)
This is how I roll, come on now ladies my maneuveurs are cool
That ain’t no moon han solo baby don’t be stupid, 
skywalker son, my boy, let’s fight lets do this (watch)

Ah... Girl look at that body (hayden)  [x3]
Ah... I work out
Ah... Girl look at that body (hayden)  [x3]
I work out

When I walk in the jedi temple, this is what I see (ok)
All the younglings stop and they start staring at me
I whip out my lightsaber turn it on – before you know it -I slaughter younglings, younglings, younglings

I’m a sith lord and I know it [x2]

I’m a sith lord and I know it 
Check it out [x2]
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah [x3]
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah, yeah
Do the wiggle man
I do the wiggle man
Yeah
I’m a sith lord and I know it 

Ah... Girl look at that body (hayden)  [x3]
Ah... I work out
Ah... Girl look at that body (hayden)  [x3]
Ah... I work out

Yeah I'm sith lord and I know it!


Sith lord and I know it

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I needed some uke in the compilation "Oh God, Yes." Then Mycroft was suddenly singing a lullaby to get young Sherlock the fuck to sleep. But nicely?
Enjoy!

LYRICS:

Sherlock go to sleep
I am tired and so is Mummy
The frogs will be there tomorrow

Your questions do attest
To the intelligence you possess
There’s time for that tomorrow, but for right now close your eyes child

The world’s not that hard to dance through
Just take a partner and spin
Cast off if you need to
You faithful child, you just don’t know how to win

Why fake it through the day
If everything’s not okay
I’ll answer that tomorrow, but for right now close your eyes child

We are different
We see what others can’t
We feel what other’s don’t have to

Protect your heart Sherlock
Alone is what protects you
Alone protects me too

I’ll keep you warm and close
And in the morning we’ll have toast
But the morning is tomorrow, so for right now close your eyes child

Lullaby for a Young Scientist

spare me my solitude,
my doubts and my sorrows.
they’re in the air, they’re on the waters,
they’re in the world down below.


sometimes i still hear
the calling of the unsolved fear.
it’s dancing under the starlight,
burning bright when you are near.
and the light flickered behind your eyes,
they burn like fire, they are cold as the night.

and i will fall, fall, when i stop running.
i will fall. fall, the silence is closing in…

‘cause i chose to lean on you
and abandoned everything i knew.
it will surely be the death of me,
when death has taken you but forsaken me.

strange how truth makes you a liar, 
defeat makes you the saviour.
strange how war makes you a believer, 
and love makes you a martyr.

there’s a miracle at the end of every story,
and on the third day…


and we will rise, we will rise, when the rain stops falling
we will rise, rise, when the light is breaking in.
we will rise…


and I gave you all I had
save me from this ghost I am

http://didnt-i-mydear.tumblr.com/post/26566351143/i-like-keeping-my-lyrics-nice-and-subtle-so-you

Ghost I Am

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I... write Shrock. Sherlock rock. Yeah. As in Sherlock Holmes. The sexiest nerd music to grace the interwebs.

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Pretend, Pretend

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