This sounds like “A Day in the Life,” but I don’t get the Beckett/Bakula reference. Something to do with the massive amounts of dope Lennon was taking at the time?
ETA: Excuse the simulposting, but #199 is “I Want Your Sex.” I’m not proud to know that.
“Oh Boy!”
Sorry–I never watched the show.
Sheesh, StusBlues! A whole 9 minutes to decipher my tangle, and it took me nearly ten times that to compose it! Did anything in particular give it away, or are you just that good!? I bow to you nonetheless.
fuzzypickles, I had originally started each line of the lyrics immediately below the line preceding it, but it looked like a giant wall of text, so I put spaces between each single line (thus, each “paragraph” was a single line of lyrics) to make it easier to read. Sorry for the confusion. I’ll state that I did that next time (if I do that, and I do have a few songs in mind–just precious little time!).
A human left out an item, onto which precipitation fell. It is my personal belief that I cannot fathom this occurrence, as said item cannot be duplicated due to the inordinate amount of time that went into its construction. Further, the instructions for construction of said item are no longer available.
This has to be “Macarthur Park.” One version is by Richard Harris; another is by Donna Summer.
That’d be “MacArthur Park”. I think. I’ve never really heard the song–just had the lyrics quoted to me.
And yet, nobody’s even attempted a guess at these two:
A) My existence persists past the moon’s perihelion. I shall fornicate and express my passion for you until daybreak, at which time I shall depart, I shall depart.
B) Should you embark on a quest to the wilderness beyond a major American seaport, deep within a forest of tall wooden plants which never drop their leaves, you shall encounter a ramshackle cabin wherein lives a young man whose given name means “God is Gracious” and whose patronym suggests happy thoughts. Despite being illiterate, his plucked-string instrument skill is unsurpassed; one could compare his incomparable talent to the ease of striking a cup-shaped, cast iron device with a simple hammer. –correctly guessed as “Johnny B. Goode”, originally by Chuck Berry (yes…that’s a hint.)
C) Were I to loiter in sync with Earth’s passage, as you presume, your reasoning is inherently flawed due to the fact that it’s a dog eat dog world. Beyond the horizon lies great treasure which yearns to be possessed by someone, anyone; and if you continue to presume that I will loiter in sync with Earth’s passage, your reasoning is not only inherently flawed but also utterly insane. Karma will prevail.
If nobody gets this next one, I’m declaring myself winner of this thread. 
F) Behold! I am currently unemployed, clinically depressed, and I sense that my continued existence is becoming more and more worthless by the minute
My mind overflows with consternation, as I slowly, aimlessly perambulate from one village to the next
It appears that no other human being gives a damn about whether my existence continues apace, or terminates with extreme prejudice
Therefore, I shall endeavor to make my existence more interesting, thusly:
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
I cannot express how the passage of time beyond the present has failed to resemble a soft, shiny metal with the atomic number 79
Every single person offering future help has failed to fulfill their obligations, and I sense extreme rage within the vital circulatory organ located beneath my sternum
You cannot comprehend my dilemma, you don’t even own a Parker Brothers board game featuring Miss Scarlet, Colonel Mustard, and Professor Plum
Had you the faculties to comprehend my dilemma, you would embark upon the same path which I have chosen!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
YOU DO NOT POSSESS THE FACULTIES TO COMPREHEND MY DILEMMA!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
Civil disobedience! Civil Disobedience!
That’d be “Breaking the Law” by Judas Priest
There I was completely wasting, out of work and down
all inside it’s so frustrating as I drift from town to town
feel as though nobody cares if I live or die
so I might as well begin to put some action in my life
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
So much for the golden future, I can’t even start
I’ve had every promise broken, there’s anger in my heart
you don’t know what it’s like, you don’t have a clue
if you did you’d find yourselves doing the same thing too
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
You don’t know what it’s like
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law
Working on the others. And I don’t see you getting my last one, either, so put up or shut up 
208a: “Living After Midnight,” also Judas Priest
That’s really the only JP song I know (I got 208f through other means), so I’ll leave 208c for someone else, preferably someone who actually listens to the band.
If you’re referring to this…
…I haven’t got a clue. 
Care to drop a hint?
Think Adam Smith. And the most contentious posts I’ve written today.
I Get Around by the Beach Boys?
Behold! We’re at the midway point of our journey. We subsist exclusively on supplications to our deity. Wrap your metacarpals around my metacarpals; I assure you we’ll complete our journey. Behold! Subsisting on supplications to our deity!
An easy one:
Festoon the interior passages of your home with bundles of leaves and berries from the plant Ilex Aquifolium.
(Maybe already attempted upthread, but here goes)
It was, in fact, I who engaged a firearm against the chief law enforcement officer of my jurisdiction. However, it was not I who engaged a firearm against his appointed lieutenant.
I Shot the Sheriff
I Shot the Sheriff, one version by Bob Marley, another version by Eric Clapton.
ETA on preview: Oakminster beat me to it!
:mad::pDeck the Halls!:mad::p*
*going for Christmas decor here