Artist - paul grimwood

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Biography

Greenwich is best known for its maritime history and for giving its name to the Greenwich Meridian (0° longitude) and Greenwich Mean Time. The town became the site of a Royal palace, the Palace of Placentia from the 15th century, and was the birthplace of many in the House of Tudor,including Henry VIII and Elizabeth I

Meantime Greenwich

Running along the lanes and the hillside in Greenwich park.We were great together,she was but rwo years older than me.Jean is the girl in my song..No Beauty Fading.We sang Bits and Pieces by The Dave Clark Five as we ran all over Greenwich hill.

Jean stopped,looked at me and said "You can write a song about me"!!"Then..make it get to number 1 in the hit parade"(Charts)!!"Come back..we come back and sing it here"!!I will go back.I promised I would.I kept that promise...I got to number 1.Soon it will be time to go back.I will go back to... stay.If we meet anywhere..it will be at the home of time itself..Greenwich hill in London.Jean loved Greenwich..So did I.She would go back there.

No Beauty fading got to number 1 in the pop charts at Audiocandy(As the site was known as then).I wrote that song for Jean.Meantime Greenwich(My new..and last song)..I wrote for my dream thats still to be realizedWhen I go back..I will not be going home again.For Greenwich... is my home.

when I reach the top of Greenwich Hill..Such an amazing view.Such an amazing atmosphere.Every blade of grass and every tree..will know I have come back to be with her.

The End

NO BEAUTY FADING

It used to be called the post office tower..back then..

standing tall and proud on the London skyline.those days.

I was 11, she was 13.

we used to run about all over englands capitol city.

I remember skimming stones across the serpentine

..and the river thames

No one could better us. Life was fun...

back then.London was an exciting place..

back then,but where has the magic gone?

Memories live on,magic memories.they were innocent times..

and on reflection better times

The years roll on by..but in

my mind there will be..NO BEAUTY FADING.

THE LAST WALK

The old wolf walked through the entrance to the playing fields. Time had been fluctuating ,now it was an echo haunted summer evening. There was a little boy and girl sitting on the grass by the slide,they were talking. They could not see the wolf ,but he could see and hear them.

The little girl said.."when i grow up,i am going to be a nurse" Yes whispered the wolf..sheer determination wins you that dream..late in the day. The little boy replied..'yes you will and I want to be an astronomer,poet and singer" The wolf chuckled..well a stargazer you never became,though you did take a SLEIGHRIDE TO A STAR.A poet?..you wrote them good kid. Singer?.Time moved on,just a short journey. The scenery changed,there was music coming from an old allotment shed. Three boys were at the back of the shed..miming to Beatles records. There was an audience of other children,they were enjoying the little concert. The music stopped..home time.The children applauded the three boys. One of the three,said to the other two..one day I am going to be top of the charts. yes!!the wolf smiled,a kind of a tearful smile,yes you will be top of the charts.you will get there..LATE IN THE DAY

Just like the little girl,sheer determination.made your dream came true..against all the odds. what a fighting spirit you had kid..real proud of you. The songs you wrote..you lived,always brave. once more the scenery changed,back to those playing fields.The little boy and girl had gone. The one that used to be the lone wolf(now the old wolf)..walked on. He had reached the top of the playing fields,he turned right The GATEWAY OF THE LOST DIMENSIONS was just a few steps away.

THE LONE WOLF WALKS THROUGH THE GATE..HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHERE HE IS GOING.

THE LONE WOLF ALSO KNOWS IT WILL BE...COLD.

It is COLD…this lone wolf is finally home
only it is not home anymore.
Now I have another place to haunt
or should I say, IT haunts me
in a breathtaking beautiful way.
In this winter forest, I used to know every rock
and every tree .I still do ,because nothing has changed
only me. Not so many years ago I was the king here
a wolf without a crown.

Plenty of people got lost here.
I lead them to the edge of the forest.
They saw their dreams and ran towards them.
none of them beckoned for me to follow
why would they?I was not a part of their
dream. I hold a rose for nobody.I remain unloved

UNLOVED FOREVER

There is a brook that flows through the winter forest.
Its waters travel through time.I shall walk upstream.
There will be no sign that says..ICE COLD TEARS ONLY

Now,but not for long..it was summer again
The guardian of the wolf looked down from the sky.
He knew the wolf had little energy left.
It had been a long..LAST WALK.
There was nothing the guardian of the wolf
could do,except.. watch

The wolf was on the little bridge. He saw the wolf pick up two sticks in his mouth one slightly shorter than the other.He dropped them into the water.Then slowly walked to the other side.
Wonder if he finally guessed right
whispered the guardian..with a smile!!
The guardian knew where tha old wolf
would go next..Pebble island.
There was a new tarzan swing,the old one
had broken a long time ago.

Those kids loved swinging across the brook.
The old wolf would haved liked to have
gone and sat amongst the
PUZZLE TREES ,but they were out of reach.
He remembers.One day...

But he still had to walk
up stony lane.His energy was
now fast diminishing.In the mirror in his mind,
he sees a face with..NO BEAUTY FADING .
All of a sudden it was winter once more.
The tired old wolf walked throught the gates
of the small graveyard,and sat on the rock
It started to snow .

The old wolf fell asleep,his final dream
was a dream of a... FROZEN DAWN.


When the real time summer arrived
there was beautiful rainbow over the brook

                        The End