Nik Kershaw

Nik Kershaw

A little something about Nik Kershaw
If success in music is measured in hits, international fame and walls of platinum discs, then Nik Kershaw's career is one most popstars would be envious of. Both as an artiste (selling in excess of 8 million albums world wide) and a songwriter (penning everything from boy band pop to leftfield loops), Nik Kershaw has racked up an impressive two decades of prodigious hits. But it's his ability to write melodies so memorable, they remain on the tip of tongues nearly twenty years after their release, that most chart stars would give every platinum disc they own to have. Above all else, Nik Kershaw is, and always has been, a gifted songwriter. Following the No.4 success of single Wouldn't It Be Good in January 1984, the Bristol born, Ipswich raised singer/guitarist- who'd spent three years languishing behind the counter of Ipswich Unemployment Office after leaving school early to become a musician- established himself as a major player in pop with a succession of high gloss, high intellect hit anthems. I Won't Let The Sun Go Down On Me (No.2 June 1984) and The Riddle (No.3 November 1984) joined Wouldn't It Be Good as Top 5 singles; Dancing Girls, Human Racing, Wide Boy, Don Quixote and When A Heart Beats filled Top 20 slots between 1984 and 1986, while Nobody Knows and Radio Musicola brought his tally of chart entries to ten in just two years. Thanks to www.nikkershaw.co.uk for providing this bio.

Lyrics featured below : "Wouldn't it be good", "The Riddle", "I won't let the sun go down on me".

Wouldn't it be good

I got it bad
You don't know how bad I got it
You got it easy
You don't know when you got it good
It's getting harder
Just keeping life and soul together
I'm sick of fighting
Even though I know I should
The cold is biting
Through each and every nerve and fibre
My broken spirit is frozen to the core
Don't wanna be here no more

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day
And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
The grass is always greener over there
Wouldn't it be good if we cold live without a care

You must be joking
You don't know a thing about it
You've got no problem
I'd stay right there if it were you
I got it harder
You couldn't dream how hard it got it
Stay out of my shoes
If you know what's good for you
The heat is stifling
Burning me up from the inside
The sweat is coming through each and every pore
Don't wanna be here no more

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was just for one day
And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
The grass is always greener over there
And wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care

The Riddle

I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon, time to carry on
And try for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave wise men save

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of iron goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you

I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery and days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light, wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine and just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold, wise men fold

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of iron goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you

I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild, wise men's child

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of iron goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of iron goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
No, he'll never, never fight over you


I won't let the sun go down on me

forty winks in the lobby
make mine a G&T
then to my favourite hobby
searching for an enemy

here in your paper houses
stretching for miles and miles
old men in stripey trousers
rule the world with plastic smiles

good or bad, like it or not
it's the only one we've got

i won't let the sun go down on me
i won't let the sun go down

mother nature isn't in it 
three hundred million years
goodbye in just a minute
gone forever, no more tears

pinball man, power glutton
vacuum inside his head
forefinger on the button
is he blue or is he red?

break your silence if you would
before the sun goes down for good

i won't let the sun go down on me
i won't let the sun go down