Talking Loud and Saying Nothing

shoutin’ loud and sayin’ nothin’ – don’t you know – talkin’ loud and sayin’ nothin’

You can’t tell me how to keep my business sound when you can’t do your own
You can’t tell me what I’m doing wrong

You keep singing that same old funny song  …  Like a dull knife that just ain’t cuttin’
you’re just talkin’ loud – just talkin’ loud – Talkin’ loud… and sayin’ nothing …
. . .  Just talkin’ loud and sayin’ nothing

♦   Living Colour   ↓  [1991]

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 doing wrong when you keep jiving and sing that same old funny song
You can’t tell me which way to go ‘cause I’m three times seven and then some more
Like a dull knife you just ain’t cuttin’
See, you’re just talkin’ loud and sayin’ nothin’, and sayin’ nothin’, and sayin’ nothin’
You can’t tell me how to do my thing when you can’t do your own
You can’t tell me how to be the boy when you know, know, know I’m grown
You can’t tell me how to dress
You can’t tell me how to run my mess
See, you’re like a dull knife, you just ain’t cuttin’
You’re just talkin’ loud and sayin’ nothin’, ain’t sayin’ nothin’, ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Here we go, one, two, one, two, three, bridge
Hey. Oh, I gasta, baby, I musta, baby, I gasta, baby, I must like, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Shape up your bag, don’t worry ‘bout mine
My thing’s together and I’m doin’ fine
Good luck to you, mister loud and wrong and keep on singing that same old funny song
Then just keep on singing that same old funny song
Just keep on singing that same old funny song . . .
Ok Will, here we go, just one, two, three
Well you just keep on singin’, just keep on singin’, come on, keep on singin’
Keep on singin’, keep on singin’, you got to keep on singin’, you got to keep on singin’ . . .
See, you’re like a dull knife, you just ain’t cuttin’
You’re just talkin’ loud, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
You’re like a dull knife, you just ain’t cuttin’
You’re just talkin’ loud, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
You’re like a dull knife, you just ain’t cuttin’
Well, you’re just talkin’ loud, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
You ain’t sayin’ nothin’ . . .

♦  James Brown  ↓  [1970]

Choreography: Jeffrey Page

Dancers:  Destani Bizune, Nnenna Bodden, Ellen (Baby) Brown, Lillie Carroll, CC Croxton, Medina Johnson, Danika manso-Brown, Chantel Morey, Tria Smothers, Lauren Zalla

Like a dull knife – Just ain’t cutting
Just talking loud – Then saying nothing
Just saying nothing – Just saying nothing

You can’t tell me how to run my life down
You can’t tell me how to keep my business sound
You can’t tell me what I’m doing wrong
When you keep driving and singing that same old money song
You can’t tell me which way to go
Cause three times seven and then some more
You can’t tell me, hey

You’re like a dull knife – Just ain’t cutting
You’re just talking loud and saying nothing
Just saying nothing – Just saying nothing

Don’t tell me how to do my thing
When you can’t, can’t, can’t do your own
Dont tell me how to be a boy
When, when you know I’m grown
You can’t use me like a woman
Woman throws away her dress
And you can’t tell me, hey
How to use my mess

You’re like a dull knife, Jack, you just ain’t cutting
You’re just talking loud – Then saying nothing
Just saying nothing and saying nothing

Shape up your bag – Don’t worry bout mine
My thing together – And a doing fine
Good luck to you – Just allow you’re wrong
Then keep on singing that same old money song
Then keep on singing that same old money song . . .
oww
I got to, I want to
I musta, I got to
Ashes ashes and a dust to dust
I musta, jump on back
I’m doing a, my hands

I say I will, the point Is too dark to fill
You say I can’t
You’re phony, you’re phony
I said, I said, you’re phony