It's strange how life imitates art sometimes. I recorded this song of mine a few years ago on a cd called "The Journey". I thought the title "Press-ganged" would be self explanatory, but people ask me what is it about and i say it's a made up story about an ordinary quiet man whose life is ruined by tabloids.They seemed to need to know what he had done and I tried to explain that that was not the point of the song. After this sad tale of this poor man I can give them a more concrete explanation.


harvey andrews         
                  press ganged                           

there's a crowd outside peering through his window
and he strains to hear the words the people say
there's a crowd outside peering through his window
and he wishes that the crowd would go away

he was happy, he was working one fine morning
then a friend waving a paper ran his way
now there's a crowd outside peering through his window
and he wishes that the crowd would go away

he was just a joe, a john, a phil, a michael,
just an ordinary man with feet of clay
now every move he makes the camera follows
and all he's ever done is on display

he'd never hurt a soul, he'd never argued
he'd never dreamed his life could go astray
now there's a crowd outside peering through his window
and he wishes that the crowd would go away


friends he trusted once have turned their faces               
now he sits alone there every day
ex-lovers have been paid for their confessions
for photographs and lies and hearsay


he reads and reads and reads again the letters
from strangers saying god comes if you pray
but there's a crowd outside peering through his window
and he wishes that the crowd would go away


the phone rings in the hall he does not answer
they're beating on his door, he stands at bay
there's a crowd outside, a stone comes through the
window
now he knows the crowd will never go away.