Musical embodiments bestowed excessively intricate titles

Also known as songs with complicated names. The point of this game is one person chooses a songs, and then takes that title, makes it far more complicated than it should be, and everybody has to see if they can figure out what the hell that song is.

FOR EXAMPLE:
Should the post be A singular period of seven days, the song in question is One Week, by Barenaked Ladies.

So, without further ado, we start with something easy: Abominable passion.

Tainted love?

Uh, wow, I was thinking Bad Romance, something everybody knows (whether they want to or not), but I can't say you're wrong.

Your turn.

Despicable camaraderie

Same song, less insane troll logic needed to get to the answer

villainous lover of misery

Kuma just give us the answer already

Bad Company.

So, what happens now? New song?

Sure. Whoever wants it gets it.

For the record I don't recognize that song.

Okay, I'll take it.

Quad-annual affection periods

Seasons of love?

Nice one! I thought that it would take longer, but I guess it was kinda obvious.

DentedDementia's turn.

*Opens iTunes for ideas*

Construct your deity, at which point there may be conversation between us.

I think it was Build God, then we'll talk? By Panic?

Yup. Your turn.

Astrological sign / allowing the ultraviolet rays of a medium sized gaseous body in space to permeate a non outside area

Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In

Continuing a state that is opposite that of death

Stayin' Alive

Container full of honed articles

Box Full of Sharp Objects

Male sex demon / Perform an action in which you move dirt to create an empty space.

Incubus/Dig

An ancient device for torturing enemies that seems relatively innocent to the untrained eye.

I still say it's Iron Maiden.

And I still say you're wrong.

For those of you who may have seen me back then, think to my prep days and what i listened to back then.

Also, screw Iron Maiden

I think we officially have no clue. Also, never screw Iron Maiden.

Voodoo Doll, by Fergie

Next

Oh god, fuck Fergie. And if you choose to take that sexually, I'll be forced to take a 16-foot-razor-wire-coated-pole.

And do what with it?