JAMES BROWN – TALKIN LOUD

Lyrics

Like a dull knife just ain't cuttin'
We're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing
Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing
You can't tell me how to run my life down
You can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound
You can't tell me what I'm doin' wrong
When you keep jivin' and keep on singin' that same old funny song
You can't tell me which way to go
'Cause I'm six and seven and then some more
You can't tell me, hey
Like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin'
We're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing
Just sayin' nothing, what, sayin' nothing
Don't tell me how to do my thing
When you can't, can't do your own
Don't tell me how to feed my boy
When, when you know I'm grown
You can't use me like a woman when she throw away her dress
And you can't tell me how to use my mess
You're like a dull old knife that just ain't cuttin'
You're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing
Just sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing
Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine
My thing is together and doin' fine
Good luck to you, just allow that I'm wrong
Just keep on singin' that same old funny song
Then just keep singin' that same old funny song...
I got ya, I want ya, I musta, I gotta
Isn't anxious and dust to dust
I musta, I keep on a, I'm feeling a
I need ya, I say I will
The point is too darn clear
I said I need ya, you're only, you're only
I said, you're only, you're only, you're only
You can't tell me how to run my life down
And you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound
And you can't tell me what I'm doing wrong
When you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song
Like a dull knife that just can't cut
Just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing
Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing...
Wait a minute
Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine
My thing is together and doin' fine
Good luck to you over there
There's a lot of wrong
Just keep on singin', just keep on singin'
Just keep on singin', keep on singin'...
That same old funny song, that same old funny song...
Just keep on singin', keep on singin'...
Bobby, we're groovin' so great here
I want the engineer to let the tape keep runnin'
We're gonna do something funny right here
We're gonna stop real quick and rap a little
'Cause then we're gonna keep it goin'
Wait a minute, stop fellas, cool
I say keep on singin', keep on singin'
Keep on singin', keep on singin'...
Yeah, good God, Charlie
Huh, you can't tell me what I'm doing wrong
When you can't, can't do your own
You can't tell me how to feel, boy
What, when you're doin' wrong
When you know I'm grown
You can't tell me how to run my mess
You can't tell me, you can't tell me...
You just can't use me like a woman throw away her dress
You can't tell me how to run my mess
Shape, shape, shape, shape...
Shape, hard for me to say sometimes
It's my thing, you know
Shape, shape up your bag, don't worry about mine
My bag's together and doin' fine
Good luck to you, there's a lot of wrong
Good luck to you, there's a lot of wrong
Where is he, where is he, over there.

Paroles (Traduction)

Comme un couteau émoussé qui ne coupe pas
Nous parlons beaucoup mais ne disons rien
Juste en train de ne rien dire, juste en train de ne rien dire
Tu ne peux pas me dire comment gérer ma vie
Tu ne peux pas me dire comment garder ma forme physique
Tu ne peux pas me dire ce que je fais de mal
Quand tu continues à délirer et à chanter cette même vieille chanson drôle
Tu ne peux pas me dire dans quelle direction aller
Parce que j'ai six ans et sept ans et même plus
Tu ne peux pas me dire, hey
Comme un couteau émoussé qui ne coupe pas
Nous parlons beaucoup mais ne disons rien
Juste en train de ne rien dire, quoi, en train de ne rien dire
Ne me dis pas comment faire les choses
Quand toi-même, tu ne peux pas faire les tiennes
Ne me dis pas comment nourrir mon garçon
Quand tu sais que je suis adulte
Tu ne peux pas m'utiliser comme une femme qui jette sa robe
Et tu ne peux pas me dire comment utiliser mon désordre
Tu es comme un vieux couteau émoussé qui ne coupe pas
Tu parles beaucoup mais ne dis rien
Juste en train de ne rien dire, et de ne rien dire
Arrange tes affaires, ne t'inquiète pas des miennes
Mes affaires sont en ordre et vont bien
Bonne chance à toi, admet juste que j'ai tort
Continue juste à chanter cette même vieille chanson drôle
Puis continue juste à chanter cette même vieille chanson drôle...
Je t'ai eu, je te veux, j'ai dû, je dois
N'est pas anxieux et poussière à poussière
J'ai dû, je continue, je ressens
J'ai besoin de toi, je dis que je le ferai
Le point est trop clair
J'ai dit que j'ai besoin de toi, tu es le seul, tu es le seul
J'ai dit, tu es le seul, tu es le seul, tu es le seul
Tu ne peux pas me dire comment gérer ma vie
Et tu ne peux pas me dire comment garder ma forme physique
Et tu ne peux pas me

Thématique Politique

Style Soul

Keywords Musique, Soul

Entités normées James Brown, Martin Luther King