A heartfelt song.  Well written & performed.    Impressive work Bengt.

@user-5869143 Thanks a lot! Härligt att se kommentarer på svenska.

Beautiful lyrics, amazing guitar, Great song! :)

Beautifully written and performed, how poignant your humming between the verses.  The title brought to mind the great folksong "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?"

Dear friend Bengt Erik, this is such a powerful and deeply moving composition. Your guitar work provides the perfect gentle foundation for these profound lyrics, while your voice carries both the sorrow and hope with authentic emotion. The contrast between the children in war and those in peace is heartbreaking yet beautifully expressed. Music as a voice for humanity at its finest. 🙏✨❤️

There was a time I thought my little songs could actually "change the world"; that perhaps music could make us all more kind, compassionate, tolerant, empathic, less violent, less greedy, or at a minimum, happier. 

I have always hoped we could navigate our differences with words rather than weapons and that humanity could as a whole, truly practice reverence for the planet and all the living creatures who share it with us. 

But, I see now how absolutely naive I was. The despair, suffering, destruction, and apathy that continues now, many years after I wrote this song, has not changed. Some things, are better but many things, are not; however, I remain hopeful that humanity will eventually work things out and I, in any way that I can, will keep trying to make things better. And so I decided, I would finish producing this song and include it in my first album; an album which on many days might be the continuation of a journey, or on other days, could be the end of a journey.

Track 5 from my album. I hope you enjoy it.
Credits are here:  brendadoss.bandcamp.com/album/brenda-doss


© 2024 Lyrics, Music, Content By Brenda Doss

I should be happy  
With all of my life
I should be satisfied 
But I’m not
Why do I carry 
The weight of the world on my back
Why should I care
When no one else does

I am a slave 
To the thoughts that I have
I need to change the world
With these tired hands 
Don’t turn me off 
Don’t turn me down
Don’t shut me in 
Don’t throw me out
And I might go crazy
But you might come around
       
At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are bleeding
 
Should I worry
If it all goes to hell
Can I live my life in apathy
Like everybody else
Why am I here 
What can I change
These reckless times  
I’m not to blame
Isn’t anybody out there
Isn’t anyone afraid

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are bleeding

I’m your disease
I’m  your despair
I’m like a flea
I’m in your hair
I’m breeding in your conscience
When you don’t want me there

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
A wounded heart grieves
At the back door 
You will find me yeah yeah yeah

At the back door 
You will find me
And I might never leave
At the back door 
You will find me
Cause I'm begging on my knees
At the back door 
You will find me
A wounded heart grieves
At the back door 
You will find me
These tired hands are reaching

Debut

Back Door

The Magic of the Emerald City

Dear friends - Chlorophyll is also our friend - it absorbs carbon dioxide and uses sunlight to make wood. Scientists are increasingly emphasizing the importance of preserving the greenery on Earth. Trees also provide shade, coolness and retain moisture in the soil. Trees are the climate's friend! At the same time, I would like to tell you what my grandfather taught me: chew each bite at least ten times so you don't get fat and have no stomach problems - and - save on electricity!!

Quietly the River Flows

Quietly the river flows under the green embrace 
of the willow trees whose leaves are moving with the wind
and birds like to catch all the flies swarming around here
and under the trees a lot of children have
gathered here to learn
all to know about our nature

They all lose their breath when they see the greenery
over the stream that sparkles by the morning sun
they enjoy their life and they can’t understand why
that not everyone are able to see this 
wonderful show
that are created for all of us

And they listen to the words given from their teacher
that say how it is when everything is falling down
how nature react - during the years that lie ahead of us 
it is magical how - nature swallow all the
carbon dioxide 
that we people have let out in the world
It is a magical sight to see these green leaves here

Lyrics in Swedish

Tyst flyter floden

Tyst flyter floden under den gröna famnen
av pilträden vars löv rör sig med vinden
och fåglar gillar att fånga alla flugor som svärmar omkring här
och under träden har många barn
samlats här för att lära sig
allt att veta om vår natur

De tappar alla andan när de ser grönskan
över bäcken som glittrar i morgonsolen
de njuter av sitt liv och de kan inte förstå varför
att inte alla kan se denna
underbara show
som är skapad för oss alla

Och de lyssnar på orden från sin lärare
som säger hur det är när allt faller ner
hur naturen reagerar - under de år som ligger framför oss
det är magiskt hur - naturen sväljer all
koldioxid
som vi människor har släppt ut i världen
Det är en magisk syn att se dessa gröna löv här

Quietly the River Flows - 2025-07-13 14.27

A gentle piano alarm, composed as a tender way to greet the morning. This piece is dedicated to all the dreams that slip away—whether lost in sleep or in waking life. To the goals and expectations that remain unfulfilled, yet still linger within us. To those quiet demons disguised as angels, reminding us of what could have been.

When the Dream Fades

"Vesoul" is a 1968 French song by Belgian singer-songwriter Jacques Brel - whom we love :)

Guitar by Gideon
Special thanks to my daughter Teghan for her excellent French :).

We hope you'll enjoy our rendition!


English translation

You wanted to see Vierzon, and we saw Vierzon
You wanted to see Vesoul, and we saw Vesoul
You wanted to see Honfleur, and we saw Honfleur
You wanted to see Hamburg, and we saw Hamburg
I wanted to see Antwerp, we saw Hamburg again
I wanted to see your sister, and we saw your mother
As always

You no longer loved Vierzon, we left Vierzon
You no longer loved Vesoul, we left Vesoul
You no longer loved Honfleur, we left Honfleur
You no longer loved Hamburg, we left Hamburg
You wanted to see Antwerp, we only saw its suburbs
You no longer loved your mother, we left your sister
As always

But I tell you, I won't go any further
But I warn you, I won't go to Paris
Besides, I hate all the fuss
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Paris, and we saw Paris
You wanted to see Dutronc, and we saw Dutronc
I wanted to see your sister, I saw Mont Valérien
You wanted to see Hortense, she was in Cantal
I wanted to see Byzantium, and we saw Pigalle
At Saint-Lazare station, I saw the Flowers of Evil
By chance

You no longer loved Paris, we left Paris
You no longer loved Dutronc, we left Dutronc
Now, I confuse your sister and Mont Valérien
From what I know of Hortense, I won't go to Cantal anymore
And too bad for Byzantium, since I saw Pigalle
And Saint-Lazare station, it's expensive, and it hurts
Randomly

But I tell you again (heat up, Marcel, heat up)
I won't go any further
But I warn you (quail, quail, quail)
The journey is over
Besides, I hate all the fuss
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Vierzon, and we saw Vierzon
You wanted to see Vesoul, and we saw Vesoul
You wanted to see Honfleur, and we saw Honfleur
You wanted to see Hamburg, and we saw Hamburg
I wanted to see Antwerp, and we saw Hamburg again
I wanted to see your sister, and we saw your mother
As always

You no longer loved Vierzon, we left Vierzon 
You no longer loved Vesoul, we left Vesoul
You no longer loved Honfleur, we left Honfleur
You no longer loved Hamburg, we left Hamburg
You wanted to see Antwerp, we only saw its suburbs
You no longer loved your mother, we left her sister
As always 

But I tell you again
I won't go any further
But I warn you, I won't go to Paris
Besides, I hate all the fuss
Of the musette waltz and the accordion

You wanted to see Paris, and we saw Paris
You wanted to see Dutronc, and we saw Dutronc
I wanted to see your sister, I saw Mont Valérien
You wanted to see Hortense, she was in Cantal
I wanted to see Byzantium, and we saw Pigalle
At Saint-Lazare station, I saw the Flowers of Evil
By chance

Vesoul (Jaques Brel - Giddy and Rob Jam)

an old song about something that happened a very long time ago

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Hey Billy, where are you?                  
Your mama wants you back home
Unlocked the door, walked into the night
Nobody knew you were gone
And I was just a kid myself
That cold September 1970
Little boy lost to a mean old world
It was the first time that death touched me
Where are you?                                   
Little boy, where are you?                     

The neighbors combed the streets and yards
The police they drove down
Brought his pillow out for the sniffer dog
As they searched their way through our town
A crowd gathers by the river's edge
Somebody yells, “Hey man, do you see just what I see?”
Face to the sky, he floats on by
It was the first time that death saw me
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Tonight, when I close my eyes, all our yesterdays, they're slipping out of view    
No one to pull us back from those twists and turns that we're heading to
Over 50 years have slipped away from a darkened day that no one can undo                  
No playtime or pretend, goodbye, my friend
I remember you

A man pulled him from the water
His mother's scream it echoed in my head
Remember, I was only six when I witnessed this
I couldn't read what the papers said
I felt the sadness stretched across the yards
As the season changed and the guilt came tumbling down
Our childhood games all rearranged 
Until it was our time to leave that town
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Dear friends, we have seen many videos from Gaza, but I have never seen a flower there. Nor any green trees - only ruins!

Where do the Flowers Bloom

They sent their kids to the place where they
have heard is help
but they did not realise the danger
for the kids when they seek for
something to eat because hell is here
They have to run through the streets
between volleys of fires from soldiers guns
But where can we see them bloom, the flowers in our world

In other parts of the world we see
healthy children play 
under green trees with birds who are singing
for all kids who are stopping to
listen to their song since they live where they
take peace for granted when they are out on the 
streets also when the night has come
But where can we see them bloom, the flowers in our world

The nature gives so much life to all
of us who live
on this planet whereever we may be
it’s also for the people who are un-
lucky to be in the middle of disgusting hell
but they will raise and show everybody 
that the peoples wish is powerfull 
But where can we see them bloom, the flowers in our world

Lyrics in Swedish

Var slår blommorna ut

De skickade sina barn till den plats där de
har hört talas om hjälp
men de insåg inte faran
för barnen när de letar efter
något att äta eftersom helvetet är här
De måste springa genom gatorna
mellan eldsalvor från soldaters vapen
men var kan vi se dom slå ut, blommorna i vår värld


I andra delar av världen ser vi
friska barn leka
under gröna träd med fåglar som sjunger
för alla barn som stannar upp för att
lyssna på deras sång eftersom de bor där de
tar fred för given när de är ute på
gatorna även när natten har kommit
men var kan vi se dom slå ut, blommorna i vår värld


Naturen ger så mycket liv till alla
oss som lever
på denna planet var vi än må vara
det är också för de människor som har
otur att befinna sig mitt i det vidriga helvetet
men de kommer att resa sig och visa alla
att folkets önskan är kraftfull
men var kan vi se dom slå ut, blommorna i vår värld

Where do the Flowers Bloom - 2025-08-13 18.02

This song may seem like a step backwards, no DAW, just acoustic, quite simple, vocals and a guitalele as accompaniment. Are you familiar with this instrument? I didn't know it existed until I met someone on the train who had one with him, the GL1 from Yamaha. It's kind of a full-fledged mini guitar. It's rather inexpensive considering the quality, costing less than 100 euros including the case. It's a beautiful instrument, and you can easily take it with you anywhere. You can play it like a normal guitar, you just have to get used to the small frets on the fretboard. But I don't wish to advertise here...anyway, I am really happy with it.
I found that song on my phone, one of my very first songs, like „Giants“. I wasn't very good at playing at the time, so the accompaniment consisted mainly of 1 or 2 notes on the electric guitar, hardly any chords. When I rediscovered it, I thought it sounded so embarrassing (the guitar playing) that I wanted to delete it. But then I listened to the complete song and finally liked it a lot. I've taken over some of the minimal guitar playing here in the guitalele version, but play also full chords. So please don't expect a complex song here. Maybe if this is the first song you will hear from me, you perhaps better skip it and listen to another one first.

Get out of my Head

you have liberty!!
good luck!!
good night!!
good life!!
I put such feelings into it.

thank you for listening！🎧👍

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you have liberty

Original https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/chemicals 
Music and Lyrics by @nova-j-49914957
Additional sadness and lack of drums by me.
______________________________

Lyrics:

Sitting in a circle on a basement floor
Sharing bottles, chasing something we can’t name anymore
The lawyer’s still in his tie, but he’s losing his home
Dealer’s got the power now, and he won’t let it go

He looks so calm with the smoke around his head
Like he found peace, but I know his dreams are dead

And he keeps talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re saving him
But I can see the writing on the wall
It’s critical, it’s pitiful
The way we fall for chemicals

I took a ride on a ship too far from land
Bought my comfort in a hallway with a shaky hand
Flashing lights and bodies pressing, but I felt the sea
Rising in my bloodstream, dragging under me

I woke up in a cabin, faces I don’t know
The story never changes, just the cast in the show

And I keep talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re healing me
But it’s a carousel I can’t get off
It’s cynical, it’s biblical
The way I pray to chemicals

I watched a friend turn blue on a hotel floor
Two strangers stepped around and out the door
I swore I’d never be the one to meet that fate
But here I am, still bargaining with chemicals again

And we keep talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re heaven-sent
But the spiral always feels unstoppable
It’s beautiful, it’s terrible
The way we worship chemicals
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Original: https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/chemicals

Chemicals (Cover) by Nova J

WASTELAND by Nova J

[VERSE 1]
I’m not quite here, I’m not quite there
I can’t stop scrolling in my underwear
I’m not talking, you’re not talking, just an empty stare
Searching for another body somewhere close to here

[PRE-CHORUS]
If I’m being honest, I knew there was no connection
But I was high, supplies ran dry, and I don’t need perfection

[CHORUS]
Is that a quake? Or do I have the shakes?
I keep taking, you keep taking, how much more can we take?
I am empty in my space, too afraid to see my face

[HOOK]
In this Wasteland, I am
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh

[VERSE 2]
The sun has risen, the sheets are red
Your body like a dead fish, lifeless on the bed
My arms resemble spider webs, this pounding in my head
I really need to sleep, but I prefer to tweak instead

[PRE-CHORUS]
But now I’ve got a problem, the fact is you’re still near
I tell a lie and say goodbye and get you out of here

[BRIDGE]
I hope that you don’t hate me, I hope you’ll understand
It’s not my row, I blame the snow, I’m not that kind of man

[CHORUS]
Is that a quake? Or do I have the shakes?
I keep taking, you keep taking, how much more can we take?
I am empty in my space, too afraid to see my face

[HOOK]
In this Wasteland, I am
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh 

[VOCAL BREAK]
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah

[VERSE 3]
Oh, I swear things will be better this way
There’s a needle hiding somewhere in this burning pile of hay
I did not find it last week or last night and not today
But I know if I keep hunting, I will find true love someday

[VERSE 4]
I refuse to settle, I refuse to compromise
I refuse to tell the truth, and now I’m lost in all the lies
My leather tongue no longer tastes my mother’s rhubarb pie
I’m hiding from the sun, and drinking blood like a vampire

[FINAL CHORUS]
Is that a quake? Or do I have the shakes?
I keep taking, you keep taking, how much more can we take?
I am empty in my space, too afraid to see my face

[OUTRO]
In this Wasteland, I am
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh
Frozen, ahhh 
Frozen, ahhh

WASTELAND

FIRST OF ALL, I WILL SAY THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO ALL WONDERFUL PEOPLE THAT LISTEN TO MY SONGS - LOVE YOU ALL!!

Dear friends, I worry more and more about the state of the earth! More and more wars flare up, the climate is worrying with natural disasters as a result! Strong malevolent rulers emerge and succeed in egging the population of the respective countries. History has shown how it goes - I think of such men as Hitler and others! The war causes huge emissions of greenhouse gases! Instead, use the soldiers to plant trees and fight the terrible forest fires!

The Baltic Sea is living dangerously right now! Scores of ships in deplorable condition transport oil across the sea. The risks are great for extensive oil disasters! I have made some songs for the Baltic sea just to make people understand the problems.

I have recently published some of my songs on YouTube - search for Bengt Roth.
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=bengt+roth
I write almost all of my songs, and I sing my songs and play the guitar and the harp - no more. My recording equipment is quite modest with a Furch guitar, Alhambra guitar, Röde microphone, Focusrite and Garageband. My studio is our guest room in our house.
I was young during the 1960s when Dylan became famous. I was a member of a folk song group during that time. I love Dylan´s music!! I was also a big fan of The Doors, Jefferson Airplane, Mamas and the Papas and several more singers. I like folk music and the old protest songs. I love the music of Eva Cassidy. I was also a big fan of Björn Afzelius, and I love the music of Tom Petty. I am very inspired of the music of John Denver.
Bengt and certainly several 100 million people are intensively protesting against all evil around the world!
I love to sometimes write songs that are a bit weird and self-ironic!
You know that I am a novice in the "recording business", and sometimes I have to revise the songs.
My whole grown up life was occupied by my profession as a doctor in intensive care and anesthesiology. I was head of the department of Intensive and perioperative Care in Lund, Sweden the last years. After that I have got the possibility to be dedicated to music. 
My songs are a matter of extreme happiness and extreme sadness. I write all the music and lyrics except "As tears go by", "House of the Rising Sun", and songs by Evert Taube.
I love to leave some message with my songs!
I have no previous experience of writing fiction. I have, however, some experience in writing non-fiction. I wrote my thesis, and some chapters in a textbook in anesthesiology. I was also member of a group who introduced an education program in pediatric cardio pulmonary resuscitation for laymen in Sweden.
I have created a repost page "Bengt Erik Roth Repost Page".

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Bengt+Roth

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