Rhododendron lyrics

Artist  : Bloc Party 
Song : Rhododendron



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 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