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Each night, before Midnight, Jerry will pause and reflect about romance. Middle of the Road music by the great artists with a few words by Jerry Pippin during the quiet hour.
Send someone you love the finest fresh bouquet, direct from the
grower.
Program for Monday, July 23rd, 2001:
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Songs of Scotland Songs:
Far Away Places, Celtic Love songs “Words
and Music” tonight has a poem written and submitted by Cathy
Hildreth. Her love story stretches from the plains of Kansas to the beaches of Scotland, six time zones away from each other. And, never meeting in person
was just to much to overcome so it has ended. Cathy is shown
here wearing her cashmere sweater. How does something like this happen? She was looking into buying a cashmere sweater from a web site in Scotland. After sending an email describing what she wanted which was an innocent yet sexy dark red sweater. She received a return email and eventually a telephone call with one thing leading to another; for eight months they were cyberspace lovers! |
Ode to Iain (sung to a Celtic beat) Green eyes against -- the Scotland sky o blue The love I have is a long long way Cross the sea from me I cry for the day me lover man o mine To be at the foot o yer bed me love me friend o mine O be the day when I see Yer green eyes against -- the Scotland Sky o blue O darlin me sweet one come true That big ole spot of water -- keeps us from view The ships sail in and the boats run out Pink sandy beaches and dark red cliffs As I gaze into Yer green eyes against -- the Scotland sky O blue On a cold chilly night with a silvery moon I’ll plan a dance at the midnight hour A star so bright will be my guidin light I will dance in my nakedness -- upon the moonbeam dew Till the mornin hours come and I see Yer green eyes against -- the Scotland sky o blue Your lovin chil By Cathy Hildreth |
Program for Tuesday, July 24th, 2001
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We are the Dreamers Music: Green Years of Love by Robert Goulet and " We are the Dreamers" by Mike Corda
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LEAVES
OF GRASS PART II #1: THE OPEN SKY I do not like to be confined with dead trees on either side of me and above me. I like even less to be confined inside a man-made cave made from materials which nature has relegated to beneath the ground, not above. Let me run free in nature’s palace, unbounded, unfettered, with air flowing free. I do not want to belong to a group. I do not want a group to claim me as its member, with conditions and confinements, while excluding someone else. I am and you are the entire universe itself, uncut up, unconfined, totally included and inclusive. And the universe is you and me; there is no separation. Your love is my love, your pain is my pain, and my dreams are your dreams. Let’s not confine ourselves into claustrophobic groups and labels. Life itself will rid us of evil. Life itself will purify us. Trust, my brother, trust, my friend. The treasure does not shine in a closed, confined dark chamber of excluded planning and plotting. It shines in the open light of the sun, which shines impartially on all, discriminating against none. Let me be free, Let yourself be free, Under the loving embrace of the open sky. By Marc Ginsburg |
Program for Monday, July 11th, 2001:
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Touch
my heart and I'll touch yours This
is the promise of the night |
Song: Touch Me in the Morning
Program for Monday, June 24th, 2001:
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You
were that special person that came into my life all too briefly, Jerry Pippin Monday, June 25, 2001 |
"Midnight Train to Georgia"
Program for Monday, April 16, 2001:
CD: The Rose - Bette Midler Lyrics
to The Rose 
BETTE MIDLER section on this web
Segueway from the Rose to CD: Cut 5, La Paloma by Artie Shaw - Running Time 3:05
Under at 02:30 Jerry: South of the Border down Mexico Way... A senorita came to me with a Rose in Her Hair .. dark hair and eyes glistening in the the moonlight... They wrote a song about her... Mexicalli Rose ... The language of love... the Spanish know how to speak it my friend... No one has more romance in their soul than the dark hair and ruby lips of that Southern Senioretta...
Segue: Les Paul and Mary Ford, Vaya Condios
Jerry: Tonight's words of love were by Jerry Pippin - and music til Midnight by (Name artists)
Program For Tuesday, April 17, 2001:
Cart: Moon River up and under
Jerry: And now part of a poem by W. H. Auden
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
CD: Tenderly - Louis Armstrong
Cart: Jackie Gleason - Willow Weep For Me... up to establish, under for Jerry:
Jerry: Words are like the wind in the night, bending the leaves and rustling the trees, then they are gone, faded from memory, oh, gentle night winds blowing the willow three... the Southern Night sky seals the pain of losing you, the weeping willow moves gently in the breeze....oh, willow....weep for me...weep for my lost love and now a lonely existence I bear...willow, weep for me.
Program for Wednesday, April 18, 2001
Cart: Jackie Gleason under after establish and Horn Solo
Love a
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat ;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.
(Go here for many Poems of
love e )
Cassette: Tony Martin.... It isn't fair....
Program for Thursday, April 19, 2001:
Part of a Poem by Elizabeth Akers Allen Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Reel to Reel:
September Song, June Christi, Four Freshmen and Stan Kenton Orchestra
