Il totem della fisicità
“Wouldn’t It Be Good” (Nik Kershaw) – 1984
I got it bad, you don’t know how bad I got it.
You got it easy, you don’t know when you’ve 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.
I don’t want to 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 could live without a care.
You must be joking, you don’t know a thing about it.
You’ve got no problems I’d stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder, you couldn’t dream how hard I 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.
I don’t want to be here no more.
I don’t want to be here no more.
I don’t want to 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 could live without a care.
(Nik Kershaw)