The Nostalgic Nerds Podcast
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The Nostalgic Nerds Podcast
S2E24 Bonus - Ninety-Five
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Have you ever witnessed Jell-O reach that special temperature and just...melt away. Too long in the sun and a once solid, but wiggly, dessert turns liquid once again.
That special temperature is a just a bit below average body temperature. Right around Ninety-Five degrees F. So, that's our song this week.
Sorry we're running a bit behind. Schedules and production issues collaborated to keep us a bit late.
Enjoy the song and the episode when it comes out. Lyrics below.
[Verse 1]
I hold my shape in the chill
set in the dark, sitting still
firm on the shelf, sealed and sound
cold is the thing keeps me round
[Pre-Chorus]
then the room warms up real slow
and the cold finally lets me go
[Chorus]
Ninety-five (ninety-five)
just ninety-five
That’s when I come alive
keep me cold and I keep my shape
When it’s warm, I just escape
[Verse 2]
they brought me out into the sun
picnic day, the warm had won
left too long in open air
ain’t nothing holding there
[Bridge]
I keep my whole life on ice
steady, careful, cold, precise
then they left the ice box wide
and now ain’t no more me inside
[Final Chorus]
Ninety-five (ninety-five)
just ninety-five
That’s when I come alive
keep me cold and I keep my shape
When it’s warm, I just escape
[Outro - vocal fading]
ninety-five
warm it up, I'm gone
Gone
Just melt away
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Oh, Marche, in the chill. Sit in the dark, sitting still. Firm on the shelf, sealed and sound. Cold is the thing that keeps me around. Then the room warms up real slow. And the cold finally lets me go. Ninety-five, ninety-five, just ninety-five. That's when I come alive. Keep me cold and I keep my shape. When it's warm, I just escape. They brought me out into the sun. Picnic day, the warm had one left too long and open air. Ain't nothing holding there. Keep my whole life on ice. Steady, careful, cold, precise. Then they left the ice box wide. And now ain't no more me inside. Just ninety-five. That's when I come alive. Keep me cold and I keep my shape. When it's warm, I just escape. Warm it up I'm gone. Just metal to the problem.
