1. Beau was the recording name of Le… Read Full Bio ↴There are 7 artists named Beau.
1. Beau was the recording name of Leeds-based singer-songwriter CJT Midgley who recorded two albums for John Peel's Dandelion label in the early 70s - "Creation" and "Beau". His single "1917 Revolution" was a number one in Lebanon
2. Beau are a post-punk outfit from Victoria, Canada. Please see Beau (Canada).
3. A Japanese visual kei band called "ｂｅａＵ".
4. Beau is an alternative rock singer-songwriter hailing from the San Francisco Bay Area. Please see Beau*
5. A Thai singer, full name Beau Sunita Leetikul
6. Beau is a young female singer-songwriter from Melbourne, Australia
7. Beau is a New York City based alt-pop duo consisting of Heather Goldin and Emma Jenney.
The Wine Was Sweeter Then
Beau Lyrics
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The tables of the street cafe
Held Pernod and Grand Marnier;
The syrup of the summer day,
Untainted by the clink of ice
But side by side with scent of spice
Came poems from the flashing pen.
The wine was sweeter then.
When skies were bluer yesterday,
The longer summers went their way
From year to year and day to day;
To sing a drunken roundelay
On nights it never seemed to rain;
To sing the poem once again
With gaiety remembering when
The skies were bluer then.
The firelight flickers playing games
With pine-log perfume in the flames
Went dancing on the window panes
As winter's daylight slowly wanes.
And shadows that are soft and warm
Kept flickering as they performed
Mazurkas in the winter's night.
The fire flickers bright.
The memories have never gone,
For something somewhere lingers on
That conjured by nostalgia's wand
Comes silently from far beyond;
From pastures where the grass grew high
And green within the memories eye.
The memories do themselves fulfil.
The wine is sweeter still.
In "The Wine Was Sweeter Then," Beau shares his thoughts on a simpler time when life was less complicated, and he reminisces about some of the pleasurable experiences he has had in the past. The song is a nostalgic tune about a time gone by, when things seemed to be less stressful, and life was all about taking joy in the little things. The opening verse speaks about the street cafes that used to exist, where people would sit and enjoy their wine and engage in literary and poetic pursuits. The verse is meant to bring to mind an age long past, when intellectuals and artists would gather at cafes to read, write, and discuss their latest creations.
In the following verse, Beau speaks of simpler times when the skies were bluer, and summers seemed to go on forever. He describes the nights when people would sing and dance in the streets, toasting their successes and enjoying the simple pleasures of life. The mood is one of nostalgia, tinged with a longing for a time gone by, when everything seemed to be more carefree.
The final verse speaks of winter nights when the firelight would dance on the window panes, casting shadows that seemed to come alive. It hints at a certain sense of magic that once existed, but which has been lost in the hustle and bustle of modern life. The song, as a whole, is a tribute to a simpler, more vibrant way of life, which existed once upon a time, but which now seems to be fading away.
Line by Line Meaning
The wine was sweeter yesterday,
The wine was more enjoyable in the past.
The tables of the street cafe
The outdoor tables of the cafe.
Held Pernod and Grand Marnier;
The cafe served Pernod and Grand Marnier (types of liqueur).
The syrup of the summer day,
The sweetness of the summer day.
Untainted by the clink of ice
The lack of ice in the drinks.
But side by side with scent of spice
The aroma of spice was present alongside the drinks.
Came poems from the flashing pen.
Poems were written in the moment.
The wine was sweeter then.
The wine was more enjoyable in the past.
When skies were bluer yesterday,
The skies were more vibrant in the past.
The longer summers went their way
Summer days seemed to last longer in the past.
From year to year and day to day;
Over time, the summers seemed to last longer.
To sing a drunken roundelay
To sing and celebrate while drunk.
On nights it never seemed to rain;
The nights were always dry and pleasant.
To sing the poem once again
To recount the memories of the past through poetry.
With gaiety remembering when
To remember the past with joy.
The skies were bluer then.
The skies were more vibrant in the past.
The firelight flickers playing games
The light from the fire was lively and entertaining.
With pine-log perfume in the flames
The smell of burning pine logs filled the air.
Went dancing on the window panes
The shadows cast by the fire danced on the window panes.
As winter's daylight slowly wanes.
As the days of winter grow shorter.
And shadows that are soft and warm
The shadows from the fire were welcoming and cozy.
Kept flickering as they performed
The shadows continued to move and dance with life.
Mazurkas in the winter's night.
The shadows danced a Mazurka (a Polish folk dance) on the winter's night.
The fire flickers bright.
The fire was still bright and lively.
The memories have never gone,
The memories of the past still remain.
For something somewhere lingers on
A feeling or memory still lingers from the past.
That conjured by nostalgia's wand
Remembered through nostalgia.
Comes silently from far beyond;
The memory comes from the distant past.
From pastures where the grass grew high
From fields of high grass.
And green within the memories eye.
The memory of the green fields is still vivid.
The memories do themselves fulfil.
The memories fulfill themselves and bring happiness.
The wine is sweeter still.
The wine is still more enjoyable because of the memories it brings.
Contributed by Amelia G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.