Dashboard Tumblr-fessional - SaintDorianGray (Katy Perry Firework Parody)
based on this post, opener by barackfuckingobama 
also known as “How many fandoms can SDG cram into one fucking song?”
Also, the harmonies suck butt. Edit: Uploaded one without harmonies. Got sick of hearing myself suckass at the one thing I love doing.

Do you ever feel like a Sherlock fan
Crying on a Roof wanting to eat some Jam?
Do you ever feel like a Whovian?
Watching Rory die time and time again

Do you ever feel the Supernatural
You smell the sulfur, so you get the motherfucking salt?
Did you know that there’s a place for you?
There’s others just like you.

You gotta enter your password and username.
Then scroll and see the Tumblr memes

‘Cause baby I’m a fandom girl
The coolest kind in all the world
I’ll turn your heteroh-oh-oh
into homosexual-al-al
Baby, I’m a fandom girl
I’ll show you how I see the world
I’ll turn your platoni-i-ic   
Into begging for some di-i-ick

Here’s proof that Dean and Cas are just as canon as
Arthur and Merlin, the warlock and his prat
You see the parallels between Destiel
And Shwatsonlock the time that Sherlock fell

I’ll beg you to ignore all of the shipping wars
If you like Ten/Master or if Amy Pond is a whore
But the Avengers, never pretend there’s
nothing between Steve and Tony

Pre-Chorus/Chorus

Fuck you, I 
won a BAFTA twi-i-ice
If two characters fi-i-ight
It means they’re fucking at ni-i-ight

‘Cause baby I’m fandom’s bitch
I won’t apologize for this
I’ll turn your heteroh-oh-oh
into homosexual-al-al
It seems these characters are sluts
But I love Tumblr too much
I’ll turn your platoni-i-ic
Into begging for some di-i-ick

readingwench:

So I got bored, and then this happened.  

These are the original Lyrics, which were created by these lovely people endquestionmark and phantasorgasmic, and the original idea came from mirabilelectu.

Tick tock goes the clock
They ran through London’s streets
Tick tock goes the clock
As mind and mind shall meet

Tick tock goes the clock
He killed a man for you
Tick tock goes the clock
And see now what you do

Tick tock goes the clock
And all the years they fly
Tick tock and all too soon
You know that you must die

Tick tock goes the clock
And what now shall we play?
Tick tock goes the clock
And who lives out this day?

Tick tock goes the clock
Westwood and laser sights
Tick tock goes the clock
Reprieve till morning light

Tick tock goes the clock
He killed the Hound and mocked Her
Tick tock goes the clock
Until he leaves his doctor

Let go, fall with him
As he pulls you down
Pain tugs at your heart
Hope that you may drown

Tick tock, three long years
He waits for you alone
Tick tock goes the clock
When will you go back home?

you think my version sounded fucked up? this one is giving me fucking nightmares. and i’m still awake.

Tick Tock Reichenbach

Where did the original lyrics come from anyways? May have lost the post. Lyric Source Thing!

Tick tock goes the clock, he killed the Hound and mocked Her. Tick tock goes the clock, till Sherlock leaves his doctor.

saintdoriangray:

Here. Have some Pre-Reichenbach Angst. It’s been a while since it was just me and a piano in my music. Done in two different takes + Random Harmony thrown in.

Hat-Man and Robin - SaintDorianGray

Lyrics

How do you write goodbye notes to the ones that you don’t want to leave?
Do you start off with “Hello” and end with some formality
Do you tell them that there’s no other way
That you’re resolute and that your mind is made?

Do you leave them gifts of any random kind?
A house with a blue door or a long tall bag of the finest wine?
Or a coat to the keep them warm while they bleed
For the rest of their life spans, or the rest of eternity?

‘Cause there’s no going back
And there’s no going back
All my force of will
Will leave me falling still
And I can’t help but enjoy the thrill
of the hopeless fight against gravity

There’s no Batman without Robin
And no Watson without

I think I’ll send an email so it reaches him at Baker Street
But that could be from anyone, but handwritten will be hard to sneak past
Layers of pockets and forgotten receipts
And ages of learning to tell when I cheat

Or should I leave a voice mail to prove that it’s me
I never thought of all the things I’d find the worst finality
And maybe I should leave without a word
An homage to observation, to not be seen and not be heard

‘Cause there’s no turning back
And there’s no turning back

And sometimes I imagine 
What it’d be like to see the flat
Would you leave my stuff as it was
Or rip apart our lease contract?
Would you cry or slap me first?
But I forget you’re still my best friend
And definitely I’m your worst
And I’ve never kept much from you
Except when you get hurt
So I’ll type some letters here and there
And give you just one line.
And I’ll tell you in three words
A text saying, “I’ll be fine.”

All my force of will
Will leave me falling still
And I can’t help but enjoy the thrill
But believe, I’d never lead you on
‘Cause there’s no Batman without Robin
And no Sherlock without John

Just reblogging my shit because I wrote a song about Sherlock, dammit. It’s hard making people suffer.

Here. Have some Pre-Reichenbach Angst. It’s been a while since it was just me and a piano in my music. Done in two different takes + Random Harmony thrown in.

Hat-Man and Robin - SaintDorianGray

Lyrics

How do you write goodbye notes to the ones that you don’t want to leave?
Do you start off with “Hello” and end with some formality
Do you tell them that there’s no other way
That you’re resolute and that your mind is made?

Do you leave them gifts of any random kind?
A house with a blue door or a long tall bag of the finest wine?
Or a coat to the keep them warm while they bleed
For the rest of their life spans, or the rest of eternity?

‘Cause there’s no going back
And there’s no going back
All my force of will
Will leave me falling still
And I can’t help but enjoy the thrill
of the hopeless fight against gravity

There’s no Batman without Robin
And no Watson without

I think I’ll send an email so it reaches him at Baker Street
But that could be from anyone, but handwritten will be hard to sneak past
Layers of pockets and forgotten receipts
And ages of learning to tell when I cheat

Or should I leave a voice mail to prove that it’s me
I never thought of all the things I’d find the worst finality
And maybe I should leave without a word
An homage to observation, to not be seen and not be heard

‘Cause there’s no turning back
And there’s no turning back

And sometimes I imagine 
What it’d be like to see the flat
Would you leave my stuff as it was
Or rip apart our lease contract?
Would you cry or slap me first?
But I forget you’re still my best friend
And definitely I’m your worst
And I’ve never kept much from you
Except when you get hurt
So I’ll type some letters here and there
And give you just one line.
And I’ll tell you in three words
A text saying, “I’ll be fine.”

All my force of will
Will leave me falling still
And I can’t help but enjoy the thrill
But believe, I’d never lead you on
‘Cause there’s no Batman without Robin
And no Sherlock without John

SuperChin! (A Sherlock-Based Super Bass Parody) - SaintDorianGray, aka Bitchtastica

Yeah, it’s been a while.

This has been a fucking amazing year. I’ve been mad at you a couple times, sure, but that only means I loved you and expected from you all the more. I haven’t really been as active in the Sherlock fandom as of late ever, I’ve just been lurking and squealing at the gifs and videos, but yeah. :) Much love to the people on Tumblr who made waiting this year+ not such a damn drag. To my fellow shrockers who have been waaaaaaaaaay more active in this shit than i have, cucumberbatchin, timelordsandarmydoctors, kitten-rage, mynameisgrey, and that fucking lot, I could only ever hope to be involved in fandom music as you have in.

Shrock On, Bitches!

Lyrics

This one is for the fans of 221B
The apartment with the doctor and the long-coat freak
When they come back from a case, they be ragin’ up
My heart’s ready to burst in my chest caged up

Is it here, the New Year, at 8:10pm?
My rappin’ skills are nothing to Eminem
So excuse my fangirlin’ but I gotta express
How much I’m in love with Moff at’s Dress for Less

In that motherfuckin’ sheet, sheet; Dat ass is such a treat, treat
Tingles in Mike’s feet, feet; got me running up the street, street
That’s the kinda dude John is lookin’ for
And Sherly got slapped by that Adler hoe

I’m like, Excuse me, you’re a hell of a troll
I mean M-M-Moffat’s a mother fucking asshole
I mean, he’s a dick and his plot turns are cold
I’d wish he’d get crazy ass told

[Pre-Chorus]
Because Yes I did, Yes I did
Somebody please tell ‘em who the eff we is
Here’s the Sherlock Fandom, we move just like jagger,
We got crazy swagger, and there better not be lag or—

[Chorus]
Sherlock’s got my heartbeat running away
And I’m reelin’ cause we only got a few more days
Can’t you count those chin-chins on his face?
The bombs go boom!
—That SuperFace.

This one is for the Tumblr crack hoes
From reaper-sun to kitten-rage to geo
I’d like to thank all of the lovers on my dashboard
Showin’ me love from my Ke$ha song to now-oh

It’s been more than a year waitin’ crazy
So I’d to thank madlori and marie today-zy
For being good role models and not being lazy
And giving us some quality posts to praise-zy

Excuse me, we’re a hell of a crowd
We’re the Beebz’ Sherlockians don’t you ever doubt
If you fuck up one of us we’ll fuck you up in a row
With the power of the Freeman rage channeled throughout this place

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus!]

I can’t wait until we see this Series two
No no no no spoils for series two
No no no no spoilers from you
Sherlock’s got my heartbeat running away
Don’t you year that heartbeat coming your way?
He talks out with the chin chin chin chin chins on his face
Can’t you count those chin chin chins on his face?

[Chorus! + A Bit of Nostalgia]

Raise Your Jam - Bitchtastica
Chorus by Moriarting; Verses by Bitchtastica

Lyrics

Bored, Bored, you miss the war
Drivin’ round London in taxi car
Yeah, you’re comin’ home

Pills, chills, it gives him thrills
The possibility of getting killed
They say he’s a psycho

While he’s consulting, You’re shopping Poultry
He’ll text you about this thing he’s holding
In the oven, you get no lovin’
Why do you live there?

So Raise your Jam if you are Jawn
You’ll say you’re not gay
All my Heteros
We will never do, never do anything but row
With pin an chip machines and
Love consulting freaks
So just come on and come on and
Raise your Jam

Wine, Dine, It’s all fine
Doesn’t really matter if he’s yours or mine
He’s married to his work

His heart’s ten feet apart
from his body into yours (You feel a spark!)
He’s driving you berserk

He’s jumping fences and you’re defenseless
Playing straight, he wants you pantsless
Don’t get shirty, just get flirty
Why does Sherlock Care

CHORUS

So if Lestrade has got a job
And Mycroft is still a knob
And your roommate wants to bone
We can always, we can always
Solve this case on our own

CHORUS
Yeah! Come on And
I will never be bored (Bored!)
Never be, Never be, Never be, Never be Bored
I will raise my Jam!
And I’m coming home

Raise your Jam for Me. 

thanks for putting up with all the emo tonight, ladies and gents and all sherlockians alike. here’s that duet i wrote and recorded a while ago. it’s raw and i REALLY need another voice to play either mycroft or sherlock. but whatever. :) if you want to try your hand at either of them, message me and i’ll send you the garageband file and you can just… record over it or something? we’ll work something out.

Brotherly Love - Bitchtastica 
Note: Italicized is Sherlock, UnBolded is Mycroft, Bolded is Both

You know I hate you

Yeah, me too

You know I’m troubled

And that’s the truth

And I think I—

Oh-Wow you do?

Mycroft, let me tell of your value

Okay Sherlock. Just get on with it.

You’re so stuck up and a prick

And it’s not like you’ll get over it

You’re a busybody and a dick

And I wish you wouldn’t bother me

Sherlock you’re a bit of a whore

You take the streets and beg for more

Your a druggie and a thug and it’s going nowhere

Poor Mummy’s losing all of her hair

I wish I could say something nice about you

But you’re making it quite difficult

I’m very much inclined to talk nicely with you

If you could carry a conversation like an adult

Mycroft I’m okay (You’re not okay)

I’m not on crack and I don’t jack off to those magazines

I found underneath your bed (That’s ‘cause you’re GAY!)

Let that threat get into your head

Sherlock you wouldn’t dare

You’re too much of a pussy and I’ll tell her about the coke

And you know that I’m clean

As clean as Herpes and Hepatitis B

This is how it works out in the placed called Chez Holmes

You should see this Christmas it’s like a War Zone

Mycroft you would know

Since you started half of them from the time you were born

[INTERLUDE]

You know I hate you

You know you’re fat

You can piss off

And you’re a brat

I need to punch you, since you’re so tough

And this is our Brotherly

Our Brotherly   

This is our Brotherly

Our Brotherly Love