Rhododendron Lyrics

Rhododendron lyrics

On the hottest night of the year

Lying in a patch of rouge
rhododendrons



A bottle of whisky under my arm

Trying to
count a sky full of stars

I dream of order, I dream of fleets

Of
Napoleon in aquamarine



He said "Linus put that blanket down

You've slammed your door too many times"

He said "Linus put that
blanket down

The world won't wait"



Boy, what you gonna do
with your life?



When I was your age, I was commanding fleets

When I was your age, I was soaked in victory



And now you can't
keep a job and you can't keep a wife

What a horrible mess you're gonna
make of your life

Watched way too many American films

To be John
Wayne, Brando or James Dean



Waiting so long for your wrists to get
thick

Waiting so long for the next great party

So many questions, so
little to say

You don't need these weights



Boy, what you
gonna do with your life?



So you want to be an artist, want to be a
singer

Want to be remembered for what you could create



So you
want to be a cowboy, ride into the distance

Never have to listen or answer
to anyone



So you want to be a boxer, surviving on your
instincts

Relying on your fists and the quickness of your wit



Are you bigger than these buildings and the grey around you?

Is your
pain more worthy than everybody else?



Drunk again in the
rhododendrons