First up: “My Baby Loves a Bunch of Authors” by Moxy Fruvous:
“We’ve been living in hovels / spending all our money on / brand new novels.”
And via Ann Leckie, “Sensitive Artist” by King Missile:
“I stay home, reading books that are beneath me, and working on my work, which no one understands.”
That’s my favourite Fruvous song, and I haven’t heard it for ages! Thanks!