This one seems to be still outstanding:
Indeed.
Ayup.
Hmm…my last few have been pretty easy. Time for a pair of challenging ones:
A) It is economically advantageous to terminate with extreme prejudice, or to discharge a weapon with the intent of inflicting permanent physical disability
I am not compelled to provide any logical explanation for this course of action
A honking bird, which lays eggs made of soft yellow metal, has escaped from its pen; however, this bird cannot escape the calendar period between equinox and solstice
One of the seven deadly sins, served Cajun style, continues its internal conflagration within a carapace of sanguine political betrayal
I shall bestow upon your my personal sidearm, for the purpose of acquiring a 55-gallon container of crude oil which provokes merriment and laughter; I like zombie films
This organization, alternatively known as “The Procreation of Murderers” or “A Fallen Angel’s Plant Embryo”, intends to acquire high fashion, wealth beyond measure, and severe physical anguish
Once again, let us engage in armed conflict; crimson ichor is equivalent to skid marks upon the U.S. Bill of Rights
Do not entreat any deity for the sake of my ability to sing and dance in the manner of Motown
The clock reads 11:58 p.m. – my prehensile extremities presage total despair and hopelessness
The clock reads 11:58 p.m. – we must maintain our appointment at the abortion clinic
B) The temporal period between dusk and dawn is entirely bereft of color
We shall engage in physical combat with any chemical element that readily conducts electricity
These devices, which are designed to increase sonic volume, are on the verge of releasing a sudden, massive burst of energy
The subject of Isaac Newton’s First Law of Thermodynamics vociferates expressions of emotional fear and distress, James Randi’s former profession, and somnolent ideations
Lucifer shall orthographically preserve the initial chord
We shall strike the cup-shaped, cast iron object, summoning forces which oppose paradise and order
Chemical elements which readily conduct electricity shall bestow themselves upon crazy, fanatical legions whose devotion is unadultered
Quickly shall this iron alloy transmute to liquid; wealth beyond measure is supported by round, rotating objects designed for the purpose of transportation
Your sole panacea is to suffer a stroke
Chemical elements which readily conduct electricity are entirely bereft of color
Chemical elements which readily conduct electricity are entirely bereft of color
Chemical elements which readily conduct electricity are entirely bereft of color
Chemical elements which readily conduct electricity are entirely bereft of color
Chemical elements which readily conduct electricity are entirely bereft of color
Verily, shall you prostrate your ability to sing and dance in the manner of Motown before the pantheon of entities which claim dominion over that particular musical combination of country/western, jazz, and southern blues
Place everything into a small container suitable for your departure, do so in a manner that indicates you have conceded defeat.
Allow me to commence: I have arrived with the intention of emerging victorious.
If you engage in combat with me, that would be a transgression against religious standards of behavior.
I promise that I will not pull apart the bag with force.
Novice, it would be best for you to retreat from your current position. If you attempt to perform a part at which you are not capable, the entire assembled congregation will respond by becoming agitated.
Arise! Bring yourself to a position supported by your feet! I implore you: raise your limbs into the air.
If you are so inclined, propel yourself across the upper surface of this room by pushing yourself off of the surface using the muscles of your legs and feet.
Anything ascending is obliged thereafter to descend, just a a device for turning fibre to thread is obliged to rotate. Discoursing on what disturbs oneself is a lachrymose moral offense. Engage in equestrian feats with a small equine covered in brilliant latex, while you permit the aforementioned threadmaking device to continue its rotatory motion. You are bereft both of legal tender and of domicile; the aforementioned device is neighbored by nothing whatsoever. As previously mentioned, discoursing on what disturbs oneself is evidence of perpetual ignorance. Again engage in equestrian feats with a small equine covered in brilliant latex, while you continue to permit the aforementioned threadmaking device to continue its rotatory motion.
Nope. Another excerpt:
"If you should become an arid region, I will become an example of a marine ecozone. Should you feel the pangs of appetite, focus on me as desirable foodstuff. I shall become whatsoever you may request. Therefore, when you recall those who engaged in untruths, who first represented themselves as empathic and then drew amusement from your sorrows, pulchritudinous beloved, do not bring me to mind.
Father Figure?
What goes up, must come down. Spinning wheel, got to spin round. Talking 'bout your troubles is a crying sin. Ride the painted pony, let the spinning wheel spin.
“Spinning Wheel” by Blood, Sweat & Tears
“Two Minutes to Midnight,” Iron Maiden
The subject under discussion is an indefinite entity pertaining to you. Perform actions in accordance with your own desires–it is not my business to dictate the target of any (real or metaphorical) impact you may have.
I do not currently engage in regular fornication with the proper name of the feminine entity of whom I speak
The aforementioned unnamed is merely a being who has not yet achieved womanhood and espouses allegations in reference to a solitary me
Nonetheless the youngster did not arise from a union involving my Y chromosome
The aforementioned unnamed again articulates declarations in reference to a solitary me
Nonetheless the youngster did not arise from a union involving my Y chromosome
mmm
Billie Jean is not my lover. She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one. But the kid is not my son. She says I am the one. But the kid is not my son.
“Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson
Uh huh.
Yep
“Pack it up, pack it in. Let me begin…”
Jump Around by House of Pain
As far as I know, nobody ever got my #89, which FYI was Michael Jackson’s Bad. I thought it would have been quite easy, actually.
Correct – guess it was easier than I thought. 
"It’s your thing, do what you wanna do. I can’t tell you, who to sock it to" - The Isley Brothers
The speaker is precisely like the scaled-down replica or simulacrum of an O-8 land forces officer, possessing a library of geological, botanical, and zoological data, as well as of the historical wielders of Anglic sovereignty, and of a datastore of armed combats in a range typified by small towns located approximately 40 kilometres from Brussels and Athens respectively.
That would be “Black Metal” by one Cradle of Filth.
That would be “Sussudio” by one Phil Collins.
American Woman. Sorry if this one has already been solved.
And as far as I can tell, this one:
Allow the situation of which we are speaking to continue in its present state or lack thereof.
remains in the realm of the unknown. Anybody want to take a shot?