“Hey, 19” by Steely Dan
The whole of humanity requires a person to provide structural support when they recline at an angle not perpedicular with respect to the ground.
As to your query vis-a-vis the persistent and abrupt manifestation of large number of avian creatures in your immediate vicinity, evidence indicates that there is a deep and fundamental instinct amongst members of class Aves to seek out a position of immediate juxtaposition with regard to yourself. This view is further buttressed by my own similar predisposition to the same.
#78: Here Comes the Sun - Beatles
#80 - O.P.P. - Naughty by Nature
#82 - Lean on Me - Bill Withers
Why do birds suddenly appear…
“Close to You” by the Carpenters.
Just gotta say - that one is awesome.
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#77b. “Roundabout.”
#73a. “Who Let the Dogs Out?”
b. “War.”
Nobody’s gotten #41 yet. I wondered if it was too simple also.
Fuzzypickles, I’m stumped by your very verbose #59.
I assert proprietary status vis a vis your posterior, and I will indeed aver correctly.
I issue a challenge to you to make an appearance, particularly featuring your visage, during the regular peak period of ambient external illumination. I threaten injury upon your seat of reason or self. However, in fact I tend to use firearms with the intent to maim alone. Approach me. Approach me. Place some unspecified thing upon my person. Everything is satisfactory.
I issue graduated and limited parameters around which you may comply with my directive to display your strengths or forego any future attempt to engage in conflict with me. I aver to you to be mindful of the content of your speech.
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These assertions are supported by the fact that I’m a miscreant with a reputation for being unyielding and violent. I’m a miscreant with a reputation for being unyielding and violent. Approach me.
As you are most familiar, I’m a miscreant with a reputation for being unyielding and violent. I’m a miscreant with a reputation for being unyielding and violent. This you are familiar with!
Again these facts are not foreign to you that I’m a miscreant with a reputation for being unyielding and violent. I’m a miscreant with a reputation for being unyielding and violent. Approach me!
Indeed the population of the planet will likewise attest in response to a query at this moment simply to assert to you the identity of the one who is a miscreant with a reputation for being unyielding and violent.
Bell Bottom Blues.
Charge your firearms to capacity with with fresh ammunition and recruit such among your circle of acquaintances with whom you estimate yourself to have a close relationship.
Despite our society’s tendency to lionize the winner, losing may also provide amusement especially in the form of games of make-believe.
That woman has a notable lack of self-restraint and an excess of confidence.
Alas and alack, I’m cognizant of a profane expression that is not acceptable in polite or mixed company.
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Nobody’s gotten this one yet, I think…
Correct, Hentor.
#91 - Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana
Nobody But Me.
Mean Mr. Mustard already got it (“Heaven & Hell”); Tethered Kite also correctly guessed “Roundabout”. Still waiting on #77a & c.
This game’s very hard until you reach that “A-ha!” moment; for instance, I never would have guessed njtt’s “Here Comes the Sun”, but now it seems obvious. 
D) While haulin’ cargo, I’m reminded of a person who likes to hum “Camptown Races”; he has advised me never to fold while playing poker, since doing so would render my cards worthless. Occasionally, I am bathed in sunlight; occasionally, I am almost completely blind. Verily, I reflect upon the fact that this vacation has been quite lengthy and bizarre.
E) I have arrived directly from a notoriously crime-ridden suburb south of Los Angeles. As a psychotic maternal fornicator, you may refer to me as a small, square-shaped chunk of frozen water. I belong to an ensemble of headstrong African-Americans, who utilize a particular moniker which would normally not be permitted for people to speak unless they are also African-American. If someone upsets me, I discharge my two-handed firearm, and the coroner arrives to clean up the mess – this may include you.
The sum of a baker’s dozen plus a regular dozen, perhaps the points awarded for a touchdown toward the number of score our sixteenth president recited.
mmm
D) - Truckin’, the Grateful Dead
“Truckin’” – Grateful Dead
“Straight Outta Compton” – NWA
Don’t I still have one clue outstanding?