Ballet for a rainy day Silent film of melting miracle play Dancing out there through my window To the backdrop of a slow descending grey — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton, Of all the nobel prizes that I've never won, And I may be… — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways Freed from a love more like murder I should be singing but in liberation Feel… — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
Where I've arrived now is the product of mixing the very straight with the very exploratory; there's a fine line between the two, although… — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
We're horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We're the ninjas of the mundane, you might say. — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
My parents, especially my mother, were no influence on me whatsoever. — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
I actually got really petrified by the thought of people seeing me. — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
I believe the printed word is more than sacred Beyond the gauge of good or bad The human right to let your soul fly… — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
I was getting Monkees Monthly and there was a competition to draw a Monkee. I did a caricature of Micky Dolenz and won 10… — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
I'm really interested in bands that sound nothing like anything I do or can do. That's what interests me. — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
People will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with 'welcome' written on it. — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
If it's a good LP, you'll get that tingle that makes you put it on again no matter what your initial reaction was. On… — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
Now I lay me down to sleep Knowing that your lenses peep Now I eat my daily bread And into the tape spool I'll… — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
The man who sailed around his soul From East to West, from pole to pole With ego as his drunken captain Greed, the mutineer,… — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt A billion lovers with their… — Andy Partridge Copy Share Image
