Biography:
In August 2008, Alex Day searched the web for “Time Lord Rock” - a subsection of music he thought would exist to celebrate the TV show Doctor Who - but got no results. Shortening the term to ‘Trock’, he introduced the concept to his YouTube viewers, launching the music with a self-penned song called An Awful Lot Of Running (inspired by the words of Jenny at the end of the 2008 episode ‘The Doctor’s Daughter’).
Charlie McDonnell was
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Other songs:
- An Awful Lot Of Running
- Awful Lot Of Running
- Big Bang 2
- Blink
- Everything Is Ending
- Exterminate Regenerate
- Exterminate, Regenerate
- Kiss The Girl
- Mr Pond
- Teenage Rebel
- The Big Bang 2
- The Doctor Is Dying
- Traveling Man
- Big Bang Two
- Doctor What
- Gallifreyan History 101
- Still Not Ginger
- Travelling Man
- Count The Shadows
- Friends Of The Ood
- Journeys End
- K9S Lament
- Nightmares
- Shipwrecked
- Silence And The End Of All Things
- Sound Of Drums
- Type 40
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Verse: B7, E, D, A
Chorus1: F#, E
Chorus2: D, E, Eb, A
Powered by the eye of harmony
I can travel anywhere in space and time
I’m linked to the Doctor symbiotically
Got his imprint on my briode nebuliser
There used to be 305 of me
But the rest were decommissioned and replaced
Takes 6 pilots to fly me properly
Only happened once at the Medusa Cascade
The last Type 40 in the universe, but there’s still so much to see
But I’ll be going on adventures so long as there’s huon energy
My chameleon circuit hasn’t worked since 1963
But the Doctor won’t give up on me
My interior’s in a state of temporal grace
Though on occasion that gets circumvented
Inside me there’s an awful lot of space
Because I’m dimensionally transcendental
I’ve withstood falling down for miles and miles
Suffered three thousand degree heat without scorching
Hit by the Titanic when I was in mid-flight
Every time he’s sure to fix me
Chorus1: F#, E
Chorus2: D, E, Eb, A
Powered by the eye of harmony
I can travel anywhere in space and time
I’m linked to the Doctor symbiotically
Got his imprint on my briode nebuliser
There used to be 305 of me
But the rest were decommissioned and replaced
Takes 6 pilots to fly me properly
Only happened once at the Medusa Cascade
The last Type 40 in the universe, but there’s still so much to see
But I’ll be going on adventures so long as there’s huon energy
My chameleon circuit hasn’t worked since 1963
But the Doctor won’t give up on me
My interior’s in a state of temporal grace
Though on occasion that gets circumvented
Inside me there’s an awful lot of space
Because I’m dimensionally transcendental
I’ve withstood falling down for miles and miles
Suffered three thousand degree heat without scorching
Hit by the Titanic when I was in mid-flight
Every time he’s sure to fix me
Chango Spasiuk
Chano
Chano!
Chantal Kreviazu (...)
Chaos Chaos