At The Wolf Pit

by MY NAME IS NOBODY

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released September 15, 2008

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MY NAME IS NOBODY Nantes, France

Vincent Dupas is singing as My Name Is Nobody since 2002.

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Track Name: Winds are blowing cold
The winds are blowing cold
The winds are blowing cold
That does not mean too good
Free, live free bird
Free, live free bird
How beautiful the one who walks freely
I would as well if I could
I would as well if I could
If I was free inside
I'm not free inside
I'm not free inside
Locks on my hands and legs
The winds are blowing cold
The winds are blowing cold
That does not mean too good
Track Name: The Wrong Death
Do you realize you a murderer,
You knocked down this woman and hurled her.
As a pool ball she bounced, then she wouldn’t move anymore.

Then your reaction to the pleading,
Is that you won’t do it again,
Everybody hope so stupid jerk, you don’t know how lucky you are

And now you are there, laughing and smiling
Right in front of her family and friends
Oh oh you, I think you lost your mind,
And it’s crazy, that you won’t be in prison.

A father heart is bleeding, as nothing happened in all fairness,
He’d like to take the law into his own hands,
but he’s not stupid as you,
he knows that it would only help you to recover.

And now you are there, laughing and smiling
Right in front of her family and friends
Oh oh you, I think you lost your mind,
And it’s crazy, that you won’t be in prison.

I pray the Lord that you’ll be catch once again,
And that they will send you to jail,
Then you’ll have your whole life to wonder how you dispense justice.
Track Name: The Devil's Friend
Would I sell my soul to the devil
to get richer and proud.
Would I welcome the devil in my home sweet home,
to be finally take as a fool.


The Devil flew to my country with his subjects and animals.
He visited our castles and national prides,
with no respect and careless thoughts.

He didn't give his previous life a wipe,
but he made my nation drift with the tide.
I'm no patriot or a nationalist
but I guess my awareness is growing.

I would not easily trade two edged sword and fighter bird,
to bail out the Treasury coffers.
As we can't do nothing but watch,
I feel sad and would runaway from…

the devil's friend.
Track Name: Happy & Rich
There are no discussions
There are no exchanges,
And you made no efforts to understand
Only reproaches on how we behave in society
You’re not even interested in what I’ve made of my day

From time to time,
An interest appears,
But it quickly falls into a common place
From one’s car to the other job,
It quickly falls into a common place

Even if you work hard,
You live in you own cosmos,
And you make no efforts to understand
You live in a place where everything is drawn so right
And when somebody goes astray,
You can’t figure it out.

From time to time,
An interest appears,
But it quickly falls into a common place
From one’s car to the other job,
It quickly falls into a common place

Each tiny glance become tears
Tired and sick,
That’s how we feel,
Leave us, leave us, leave us now,
Sooner or later we’ll share the same wine
Track Name: Song of the Silent Snow
The snow melted too fast and people are not happy anymore. (bis)

Nevertheless this morning, the spotless city seemed more welcoming (bis)

A sweet impression of journey woke up in me. (bis)

Is that square the one I know so well, this city the one I really now (x4)

I take pictures,
The streets virgin of step,
The covered garbage cans.

Everything is usually so grey, the white is refreshing (x4)

Then I went back home telling myself I maybe lost the road (x3)
Then I went back home telling myself I maybe lost my road.
Track Name: Old Man
Thee, old man you were such a tough father,
As you didn’t consider your children,
Except one who is the younger,
The one that you certainly loved more.

As this old story in which a man preferred one of his sons,
The lonely one left. And the old man never recovered from his disappearing.

It didn’t go so far today,
But not all of your children followed you,
Neither the believed in God as you do,
Nor they adopted your cynical points of view.

As this old story in which a man preferred one of his sons,
The lonely one left. And the old man never recovered from his disappearing.

Thee, Old man, the mower runs after you.
You look forward to it.
Thee, Old man, your wife also wait for it.
To feel free, herself.

Don't worry, old man, we understood what's good in you.
Without forgetting all those hard words and thoughts.

Thee, Old man, the mower runs after you.
Track Name: A heart beating louder
Lyrics by François Gautreau

ONE heart beating much more louder,
TWO toothbrushes in the toothbrush glass,
THREE square meters in less in bed, which seems wider,
FOUR feet tangled up, lying on the grass.

There are some pretty things

ONE good reason to come back everyday,
TWO cold beers in the evening on the terrace roof,
THREE hours in less per night to sleep, but surely not to pray,
FOUR lips that kisses for the last and best proof.

There are some pretty things

There are some pretty things that are difficult to believe,
As a more or less compelled single man in war,
This kind of gifts that only life could give,
To realize that you’re not alone anymore.

ONE could easily become mad in such a situation,
TO be allowed to dream without any precaution
FREE your mind it’s your absolution,
FOR once you don’t need no redemption.

There are some pretty things

There are some pretty things that are difficult to believe,
As a more or less compelled single man in war,
This kind of gifts that only life could give,
To realize that you’re not alone anymore.
Track Name: FR-9W1-08-01298 - I hope you're (still) well
Things happened around you
And you get absorbed
It’s only when there’s a lull
A space in time as it were
A little gap that history comes at you

Not that you’re a merely history, you are much more of course. (Bis)

But the present occupies us constantly
And there is a limit on… my space
The comprende and the cognito,
Don’t help us to reach the level we might wish.

Not that you’re a merely history, you are much more of course. (TER)

Anyway I’m rambling because I had a couple of drinks,
I’m writing to you in the glows of my screen,
And a lazy street light, the day is almost done
and the roots of the nights are appearing.
It’s fresh at the moment and I feel good,
I don’t know entirely what I want to do.
Of course but I’m on my way.
I’m on the way.