Hobbies Galore - R Stevie Moore

Nobody’s here quiet soft air

Play solitarian life

I notice my hands giving me loud applause

If you’re a goat you don’t mind

Gee it’s good to be home

Hobbies galore

Don’t you engage in a craft

Don’t you like it alone

Locked behind doors

Take a test do your best

Passing the grade every time

Busy in love cutting out stuff

Writing the melodies light

Ten pounds a day isn’t the kind of bread

One would expect to be mine

But there’s always home

Hobbies galore

Why doesn’t somebody talk

Don’t you like me a lot

Locked behind doors

Where you at where’m i at

Walking the floor over you

You i’m growing through through

I’m going to to display my

Hobbies galore just for you

Nobody’s here what do i care

Painting a musical night

You’re throwing me away apathy blinded you

Just when my hobbies are right

Gee it’s good to be home

Hobbies galore

So much to do i forget

Don’t you think you can help

Locked behind doors

Do your part fill your heart

Steal something else that is new