Old Age
Hole Lyrics


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And I will await your highness
I'm so high I cannot walk
And I will await
You cripple
You take away my pride
My peace, my empathy
No babies sleep on atrophy
Your unborn love and fetal stress
Hard bitter candy, legless caress

What was she for Halloween?
The ugliest girl you've ever seen
Someday she will die alone

What was she for Valentine's?
An old forgotten concubine
Someday she will die for no one

She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age
Old age
Old age

It's okay to kill your idols
Just pretend you have no rivals
We all know that she is friendless

Spits at mirrors; it's not an issue
Just remove the hateful tissues
We all know her rage is endless

She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age
Old age
Old age
Old age

And then she begs and she says "Pretty please?
I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean"

No one knows she's Hester Prynne
Someone please tell Anne Boleyn
Chokers are back in again

Someday she won't have to fake it
Living will itself seem sacred
Someday she will just refuse

She seems to me to know
All that glitters is sour
All the lies in her place
Jesus saves
Old age
Old age
Old age
Jesus saves
Old age

(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry
(Me in pieces) So sorry




(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry
(Me in pieces) So sorry

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Hole's song “Old Age” are complex and open to interpretation, but one possible meaning is that the song is about the loss of youth and the fear of growing old. The singer seems to be addressing someone who they hold in high regard, someone who has taken away their pride, peace, and empathy. This person is symbolized as a cripple, suggesting that they have caused the singer to be wounded, both physically and emotionally. They have also taken away the singer’s unborn love and left them with only bitter memories. The imagery of “legless caress” further emphasizes the idea of loss and paralysis.


The second half of the song seems to be addressing a different person, a woman who is friendless and full of rage. The lyrics suggest that this woman has been shamed or ostracized in some way, as she is compared to Hester Prynne from Nathaniel Hawthorne’s novel The Scarlet Letter and Anne Boleyn, the tragic queen of England. The sense of anger and frustration in the song is palpable, yet there is also a sense of acceptance and even hope. The singer seems to be urging these women to let go of their pain and embrace the present moment, even if it means facing the unpleasant reality of old age.


Overall, “Old Age” is a poignant and thought-provoking song that explores the complexities of human emotion and the struggles we all face as we grow older.


Line by Line Meaning

And I will await your highness
I'm waiting for you to come back to me


I'm so high I cannot walk
I'm so high on drugs that I can't even stand up straight


You cripple
You're making me weak and powerless


You take away my pride
You're making me feel ashamed of myself


My peace, my empathy
You're making me feel like a bad person, someone who can't love or connect with others


No babies sleep on atrophy
No new life is growing because everything's dying


Your unborn love and fetal stress
Our love is dying before it even has a chance to grow into something real


Hard bitter candy, legless caress
Our relationship is painful and abusive


What was she for Halloween?
What was she pretending to be when we were together?


The ugliest girl you've ever seen
She was someone whose outward appearance was not attractive to me


Someday she will die alone
She will never be able to connect with anyone in a meaningful way


What was she for Valentine's?
What did she want from me on Valentine's Day?


An old forgotten concubine
She was someone who had been used and discarded


Someday she will die for no one
She will never find anyone who cares about her


She seems to me to know
I get the sense that she understands something important


All that glitters is sour
The things that seem attractive or valuable are actually harmful


All the lies in her place
We've been telling each other so many lies that it's hard to find the truth


Jesus saves
We're clinging to religion as a way to feel better about our lives


Old age
We're both getting older and realizing how little time we have left


It's okay to kill your idols
It's alright to stop looking up to people who are supposed to be role models


Just pretend you have no rivals
Don't worry about what other people are doing or achieving


We all know that she is friendless
It's clear that she has no real friends, just people who use her


Spits at mirrors; it's not an issue
She doesn't care about her own appearance or image


Just remove the hateful tissues
Eliminate the negativity that's holding us back


We all know her rage is endless
She's been harboring anger and resentment for a long time


And then she begs and she says "Pretty please?
She's desperately trying to make things right


I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean"
I'll fix things and make everything better


No one knows she's Hester Prynne
She's keeping secrets that no one else knows about


Someone please tell Anne Boleyn
Someone should warn her about the dangers of being with this person


Chokers are back in again
Fashion trends are cyclical and repeat themselves


Someday she won't have to fake it
She'll finally be able to be her true self without pretending to be someone else


Living will itself seem sacred
Life will feel more meaningful and valuable


Someday she will just refuse
She'll be strong enough to say no and stand up for herself


Rest in pieces) I'm sorry
I'm apologizing for the pain we've caused each other


(Me in pieces) So sorry
I'm also suffering from the effects of our relationship




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Courtney M Love

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