Snug- is that “Somewhere over the rainbow” by Judy Garland?
L-g-B6)I composed a piece of musical art for your person. The title of this composition was the color of saffron…Coldplay’s “Yellow”
Alas, MrBoy, no–It’s “Somewhere over the Rainbow” by E.Y. Harburg and Harold Arlen! 
Just funnin ya.
Violent Femmes, “Gone Daddy Gone”
Mine umbra and I, solitary and despondent are we.
Mine umbra and I: bereft of others to whom we may unbosom ourselves.
At midday we escalate, but percuss not upon the portal, for none are in residence save mine umbra and I, solitary and despondent.
rs4: At a certain location there is vocalization; it has been clearly audible. It is becoming more noticeable at the limits of your consciousness. You have been incapable of comprehending it, except on occasions where it was explained to you directly. Although uncertain of the reason, you are at this location.
An ornithid of aurum hue, which has partaken to relocate to points elsewhere; the uneven, high temperature chemical reaction of a taper with the atmosphere. I ruminate over the fact that I had enclosed you within my arms so recently as the earthly rotation immediately preceding this one; however, the feelings of tenderness and affection you projected toward me were in fact no more than an interesting diversion in relationship psychology for you.
FNF1: It was my intention to attend an institute of higher learning, but presently my perspective was skewed by substances of an illicit nature which I ingested.
FNF2: I suffer myself to be bowled over, but I achieve self-extrication. At no time shall I be kept prostrated by metaphorical external agents.
FNF3:
A call to excite attention, or to give notice of approach!
I experience feelings of gratification,
I had cognizant feelings of assuredness that this chain of causality would manifest itself at the present time,
I experience feelings of comfort,
Condiments in powdered form.
So gratifying, so gratifying,
I claim ownership over an indefinitely specified person.
Nope, sorry! Although if memory serves, Van Halen did once cover the song in question.
Wait, I know! It’s “You Really Got Me!” Was it originally by the Kinks?
Yes and yes! Good show.
My other one is not as famous of a song, but if you figure out the line you’ll have the title.
Yup.
Some answers:
L-b-G2)sturmhauke got it. “Gone Daddy Gone” by Violent Femmes
L-b-G6)meyer (and MrBoy1967) got it. “Yellow” by Coldplay
L-b-G7)Skeezix was correct. “Burning Down the House” by Talking Heads
However…Skeezix was incorrect about L-g-B8. It is not “Shout It Out Loud”
I now undertake an attempt to impart to you information concerning my own personal mortal existence, and, perchance, to gain a better understanding betwixt atramentous and achromatic hues. Moreover, the greatest boon bestowed upon me by my acquaintance with you is the assistance you have rendered in my endeavour to approach my allotment of time on this terrestrial plane in a more lighthearted manner.
SnugTheJoiner: Me and my Shadow ~ A whole lotta folks (I most prefer the version done by the lads in Time Bandits, I think.)
Ahem. Please excuse me if this one has been done (i’ve only just got back from holiday) enjoy.
There is a female member of the human race who believes all that reflects the suns uv rays is an object of wealth and desire.
and she is purshacing a route to a place of unimaginable beauty.
when she arrives at her destination she is already aware that the marketplaces have been retired from but with the use of a member of the dictionary she can aquire the object of her reason for travel
there is a note of infomation on the construction of bricks and mortor but she wants to be confirmed in her thoughts as we know that certain aspects of the english language or other languages of the nations of the world can be of double usage.
in an photosynthesising product of nature by the running of the stuff of life there is a musical divine featured creature; often our minds electronic pulses can be misinterpreted
and it causes me to contemplate
there is a feeling within me when i view to the last point of the compass on the simplistic ryhme, and my soul is emptying its water ducts for us to vacate our position. in my contemplations i have viewed circular images of effects of fire through the carbon dioxide removing agent of this world and the cries of those who are in a vertical position watching
and its said very quietly that if we all say as one for a musical piece, then the musical apt man will take us to a place of explanation. and a new rotation of the earth axis will arise for those who remain upright and of a basketball nature and an abudence of green foliaged givers of life to humans will reveberate with the sounds of rejoicing.
if there is a strange movement in your foliage make sure you have a friend on call, but dont worry it just a call for the head of the state of the fifth month of an earth year. indeed there are more than one routes to choose, but in a course of several years there is reasonable enough time to move from your original chosen course and move to the choice you rejected originally.
your cranium is full of sounds, if you hadn’t noticed. the musical gifted man wants your company. dearest woman can you hear the partcitles of air moving, your up/down instrument lies on the aforementioned particles.
and as we twist and turn down a path of hard surface
are objects created by light from space are taller than an invisiable possibly untrue relgious idea
there is a preambulating woman who we are all aquinated with
who shines stronger rays of light and wishes for us to be aware of something she posses
how all things still turn to a hard substance
and if u strain your objects on the side of your head incrediably toughly
the realistation will come to you after many years
and all you wanted for everyone and not one person will be forgotten(?)
to be a hard possibly ingenous object but not to move in a circular repetitive motion, usually downhill
and the aforementioned female member is aqurining a method of arrival to to place of tremendous prestiage.
(takes a humble bow)
Bravo to Homer J for that lovely version of “Stairway to Heaven”!
Stairway to Heaven – Led Zepplin
No one still has mine. Ok I will make it easier:
A simile to an area of heavy growth is the Truth in X-Files, creating in yours truly a contemplation of why I remain buoyant.
Perhaps too easy
I’m trying to tell you something about my life…
Closer to Fine – Indigo Girls
Female equines batten upon * Avena sativa, * as do their cervine sisters. Immature ovines ingest the foliage of * Hedera. * Caprine young do likewise. Would you not emulate them?