All Tomorrow's Parties
Icehouse Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Icehouse's song All Tomorrow's Parties are a haunting exploration of the cyclical nature of poverty and struggle. The song begins with the lines "And what costume shall the poor girl wear / To all tomorrow's parties," which immediately sets the tone for a tale of despair and hopelessness. The "poor girl" is forced to make do with a "hand-me-down dress from who knows where," further emphasizing her lack of resources and options. As the song continues, we see the contrast between the silks and linens of yesterday's gowns and the rags and shrouds that the "poor girl" is left with.


Despite the bleak lyrics, there is a sense of resilience and determination in the final line, "For all tomorrow's parties." The repetition of the phrase throughout the song further highlights this sense of endurance in the face of adversity. The image of the "Sunday's clown" crying behind the door is a poignant one, as it suggests that despite putting on a brave face, the pain and struggle of poverty cannot be fully hidden.


Overall, All Tomorrow's Parties is a powerful and introspective look at the impact of poverty on individuals and communities, and a reminder of the need for compassion and systemic change.


Line by Line Meaning

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
What attire should the unfortunate girl wear


To all tomorrow's parties
At every celebration in the future


A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
A recycled, old frock from an unknown source


To all tomorrow's parties
At every celebration in the future


And where will she go and what shall she do
And where will she wander and what actions will she take


When midnight comes around
As soon as the clock strikes twelve


She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
She'll transform again into her sad, foolish self


And cry behind the door
And weep, hiding behind a closed entrance


Why, silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
Oh, high-quality, refined fabrics from past dresses


And what will she do with Thursday's rags
And what will she do with clothes that are old and worthless


When Monday comes around
On the first day of the new week


She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
She'll change back into her pitiful character


And cry behind the door
And sob in concealment


For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
Because a child born on Thurday is destined to be foolish on Sunday


For whom none will go mourning
For whom no one will grieve


A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
A dark, worn-out burial cloth, a dress passed down from someone else


Of rags and silks, a costume
A attire composed of tatters and luxury textiles


Fit for one who sits and cries
Suitable for someone who lounges and weeps


For all tomorrow's parties
For every social gathering that's yet to come




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