All Tomorrows Parties

Lou Reed · Other Songs - Lou Reed

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

A hand-me-down dress from who knows where

To all tomorrow's parties

And where will she go and what shall she do

When midnight comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown

And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns

To all tomorrow's parties

And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown

And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown

For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown

Of rags and silks, a costume

Fit for one who sits and cries

For all tomorrow's parties

All Tomorrows Parties

Lou Reed's "All Tomorrows Parties" stands as a quintessential example of his late-career exploration of rock's darker undercurrents. Recorded during the era of his American Poet project, the track exemplifies Reed's signature blend of gothic atmosphere and electric guitar distortion. The song captures a sense of melancholic anticipation, reflecting themes of isolation and the fleeting nature of social connection that permeate his later work. As a solo effort, it showcases Reed's ability to craft hauntingly beautiful soundscapes that transcend specific album boundaries, maintaining his status as a pivotal figure in alternative rock history through his distinctive vocal delivery and atmospheric production.