My maternal unit became intoxicated on C2H6O, my paternal unit did as well.
Being consumed were a cocktail made from twice-fermented Pinot Noir and/or Chardonnay and/or Pinot Meunier grapes, plus fruit juice or an inexpensive analogue; and a traditional, heavy-cream-based Yuletide beverage made from scratch.
My younger sororal until was accompanied by her latest beau, a fellow from Chihuahuah, Nuevo Leon, Quintana Roo, or a similar place. None of us were clear on how to respond to him, until he burst into song and sang a modern Yuletide ditty, only translated into Spanish. Modern Yuletide ditty translated into Spanish.
Absolutely. Thank you.
Hmm. I found the Venom version, but the lyrics didn’t seem to match. Must have been reading them wrong.
ETA: I’m really not that into hip hop.
gotcha
“Merry Christmas from the Family” by Mr. Robert Earl Keen.
a. At what point will you descend and alight? I would have well advised to remain in agribusiness as my father urged. Be aware you are incapable of my perpetual detention. We did not engage in contemporaneous enrollment. My purpose is not to be a gift for your cronies to unwrap, nor have I attained sufficient age to emulate Leadbelly and Lady Day. Therefore I bid farewell to the route of Miss Gale, the locations of haute-monde canine ululations. I am incapable of being embedded in soil in a topmost-storey dwelling, for I must return to the moldboard which I possess.
b. A municipality in or near Kenora District was the setting for the totality of alterations in my life; it has more than adequate remembrances of fantasy consolations. It is the preferred location for my necessary introspections. Repetitively azure transtellar fenestrae, saffron satellite on an azimuthal climb, clones of a Sesame Street character on an overhead trajectory produce penumbral emanations to our vision and render us repetitively incapable.
c. Chauffeur me on the descent to the second largest urban area in Butte County, California, which has verdant turf and beautiful young women. Kindly chauffeur me to my domicile.
“Breathe” -Pink Floyd
“Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty,
Oh won’t you please take me home?”
– Guns 'n Roses
Yellow Brick Road - Elton and Bernie
Helpless - Neil Young
A relatively low poker hand consisting of single songs on an obsolete medium mandated that I remove my eyelids from my line of vision
A state of surging torridity existed within my being
The feminine pronoun existed as a protracted near-frosty Frau adorned in onyx trappings
Simply the mirror image of numerals typically associated with a workday, resplendent altitudinous
With merely a unique survey I was a slipshod hodgepodge
In view of that protracted near-frosty Frau held title to the world and everything in it
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I am very curious and stumped on #25. Anyone have some insight?
During the matutinal period you emerge with your firearm in readiness, in search of the malefactor who deprived you of your supply of potable liquid. You deploy said weapon with the outcome that your target is deceased, only to be apprehended during your attempt to cross the intersection between one jurisdiction and another. The voices of those who are saddened by your impending doom are raised in tuneful lament as you are transported roughly via a grip on your lower extremities. As it turns out, the person entrusted by the state to carry out the extreme penalty is idle in his duties, and you are ultimately released upon the public thoroughfare.
Do It Again - Steely Dan
The pitch represented by the F clef! To what depth is the listener able to descend? A place one awaits execution, familiar to a male sibling. Yet again I have returned, fantastical to the point of stretched believability, a heterotrophic, eukaryotic organism with mastery of the couplet, the fourth letter of the alphabet! A foe to the established order par excellence!
Long Cool Woman by the Hollies
You return, card that beats the 10, and repeat your action…
Good one!
“Bring the Noise!” by Public Enemy
Correct. 
As regards this particular style of music, I am the sovereign, figuratively speaking; there are none that exceed me. Indeed, those of inferior skill should address me in the form appropriate to that title. Only rapid oxidation due to combustion could destroy the territory of my sovereignity. I will not stop making this style of music until my financial situation has progressed to the point that I no longer need to meet the demands of the workaday world.
All three are right. You’re good!!
Great job on those previous ones. I’ve tried a few of the ones that have yet to be solved but I can’t come up with anything.
These are quite amusing to write, and the first one in particular was quite difficult, given that (as you will see) it makes almost no sense.
(a)
It is possible that a female magic user with extensive experience might vocalize in your direction in order that you might rise up out of the dregs of sorrow you have been experiencing due to an unfortunate incident that involved you not living up to your promises. Then she might take apart one of your internal organs before putting it back together to form a crystallized mass of divine favor that occurs only in one’s head. The entirety of this might be accomplished using melodic audible entertainment that approached your position at high velocity from a point a considerable distance away. If this happens, you should acquire the gustatory sensation of a portion of the developed plant ovaries of mankind, which had its actions put onto some sort of medium from which it could be later retrieved while it was becoming devoid of all the possessions it previous had that were opposed to the period of time it was experiencing.
(b)
Position that which provides access to this room such that it no longer provides said access. Cause that object that is currently providing illumination to stop doing so. Those people you were expecting to return to their domicile before the sun rises again will be unable to complete their journey. Small flakes of frozen water fall in large quantities. Were you unaware that the regular patterned movement of atmospheric matter that are associated with a god of turbulent movements of said matter are currently such that they will cause a perception of lower average kinetic energy of the molecules that compose nearby matter?
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During one of the time periods that will occur in the not-too-distant future in which the closest celestial object fusing hydrogen shall make its apparent transit of the sky, I shall endeavor to use sharp tools on your physical body with my object being that the resulting continuous chunks of matter that previously made up your body will be rather small in size.