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Ethylene
2,464
Rock
Ethylene was released on January 1, 1995 by Capitol Records as a part of the album Walk On
album cover
AlbumWalk On
Release DateJanuary 1, 1995
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM122

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Performer
David Immergluck
David Immergluck
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Smith
Don Smith
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer, Producer
Shelly Yakus
Shelly Yakus
Mixing Engineer
Greg Goldman
Greg Goldman
Recording Engineer
John Augto
John Augto
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Nevers
Mark Nevers
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mike Baumgartner
Mike Baumgartner
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas Johnson
Thomas Johnson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ken Villeneuve
Ken Villeneuve
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eddie Schreyer
Eddie Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Davey Faragher
Davey Faragher
Associate Producer

Lyrics

I'm sitting on the toilet
With my sunglasses on
Wondering what you are up to
This hotel's got bathroom telephones
But I don't want to interrupt you
You might be painting your nails
With your hot curlers on
Each one a different color
Or listening to that Beach Boys sailing song
Sloop John B or another
Ethylene, my Ethylene
My love for you is just obscene
My deer you dress
My fish you clean
But you are nowhere to be seen
My Ethylene
Well you could bag your limit
With a bow and arrow
Yeah, you could skin a cougar in the dark
Well I thought we were walking
Down the straight and narrow
How'd we ever drift so far apart?
I took my eighteen wheels
On this road to nowhere
And you disappeared right up in the hills
Like smoke up a chimney
Girl, I go there
Yeah, in my dreams I visit you still
Ethylene, my Ethylene
My love for you is just obscene
My deer you dress
My fish you clean
But you are nowhere to be seen
My Ethylene
Now some men will drive
To the edges of nothing
So they can take a peak at the great abyss
Some men avoid love
Like it was a plague or something
So they can leave the seat down
When they piss
I miss that crocheted thing
You kept on the Kleenex box
I miss my feet
On your cold linoleum floor
Sippin' hot coffee
After makin' love till daybreak
Well Ethylene, a fool would ask for more
Ethylene, my Ethylene
My love for you is just obscene
My deer you dress
My fish you clean
But you are nowhere to be seen
My Ethylene
Ethylene, my Ethylene
My love for you is just obscene
My deer you dress
My fish you clean
But you are nowhere to be seen
My Ethylene
My Ethylene, my Ethylene, my Ethylene
Written by: John Hiatt
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